A pregnatress, so it seems gifted too, in my keds, a satisfied new role assumer, as if in a spell, in this swivel chair, with a beer after which the Martini looking pretty with the aquamarine shining...
A flirtatious aroma was smelt all over, and with some one that now I was consciously over with... again reminiscing about the past spent. Sitting across, there were pleasantries being exchanged, the medium - the eyes.
No, its not a melodrama but, suddenly, there is someone who dared to poke me with his fingers, agitating me to the core, needless to mention how the male species though drooling over you and unimaginable what they would have imagined with you, are without their spines...
I retaliate, and then it raises a war, or at least so, a mayhem, luckily, and I run... for my life... for the life about to be seperated from me... with what mind set will the life be born? Unable to keep the stress at bay, there is a blessing in disguise, I run into a house of a friend, wanting to hide, and I do have my army of girls, may be we are linked, by blood, by water... I dont know....
And I hide, in this damp, cold, dark and dingy house...
The pink phone is ringing, asking me about my whereabouts... I m speechless...
How could I hide a truth within me and a reality which is too true to believe... What will I say to those who gave life to me?
Facing the pre natal blues, for a couple of reasons so clear for me to see and solve, this one takes the privilege of being at the top... I find solace in the bathroom, in a corner, with a plethora of ways to hide and not be known...
It affected me and was killing my baby...
No, I am not delusional, but of still a state unable to get a grip on, I chose not staying engulfed in it, doesn't seem possible... But I am not sure if I still want it back and accurately what parts, after I take a leak, both from and of - my dream.
