p r o f u s i o n
Breasts swole up bursting with milk for
a baby that would never eat
Nurse said there was a pill that
would dry up the ducts
Refused it but
Asked for one that would soak
up the flood in the heart
Breasts swole up bursting with milk for
a baby that would never eat
Nurse said there was a pill that
would dry up the ducts
Refused it but
Asked for one that would soak
up the flood in the heart
Oof, that ending hits so well. Great poem!
Oh damn. This one is a heartbreaker, a world of pain packed into so few words. You excel at this!!
I feel this poem deeply.
So much emotion packed into such a small amount of description. I love it.
Devastating and beautiful.
This poem says it all.
Strong and beautiful! (I miss the punctuation in the title tho!)
I tried but the system kept tossing me out today, so i gave up.
Great poem. Just realized all your poem titles this month end in “ion” – if you can do that for a full month, hat’s off to you!
yes, i am trying to challenge myself with that. we shall see what happens!
Ohh…captures a pain only some know personally, but your poem lets the rest of us in. Keep writing! (I think each day, I can’t do this, but then comes the poem!)
Punch in the gut kind of poem. The intensity of emotion is palpable.