soaked in her
hormonal rage
acid mouth and toxic
deliverance
she screams white noise
and throws rooms
from the top
of the stairs
safe in the knowledge
she bears a hot burning
seed

in the corner
i fold myself
into a frail origami
nightmare
i do my time
guilty of nothing
except needing
to be wanted

alexandre arnau

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/2nd-trimester/