Foetus in a handbag.

FOETUS IN A HANDBAG.
sneak

Distorted skies abandoned.
Submissively we crawl.
Colliding with our innocence.
The wonder of your all.
Chaotic in delivery,
our passion satisfied.
Manipulated kisses,
that seldom fail to hide -
the fact that love is missing.
The subtle punch within.
A foetus in a handbag.
The 'morning after' grin.
Subsonic sighs surrendered -
to the glaringly mundane.
Confronting our demons -
and failing once again.
A loser in your presence.
The wreck you'll never be.
The confident delusion -
of cold serenity...

sneak