by vrosej10
this is an avant garde experimental kind of thing. a lot of you will hate it and that's fair enough. a few will love it. those who have no clue what it means, I suggest you read the title; it informs the poem.
ps twelve, as I know you are known for hating unusual lay outs, I experimented for a week till I hit on this.
the fears/regrets of a pregnancy terminated. the rain is all inside from where i'm looking. i found an old, refreshed darkness in this.
I've had weird dreams like this too and they leave my empty womb and heart sad for days
anon does not like this one. bore ring, stupid shapes do nothing for poetry. 2
and sum 1 will complain about anon leaving a 2, but they say nothing about anon leaving 5 s and good comments. hippo crits, both the raving hose