poem: don’t kill your inner child

don’t kill your inner child

I just threw some babies through the window
don’t worry – the window wasn’t closed
I like to think that they have wings
just like Cupid
while I’m standing in the elevator
going from rooftop to basement

people I meet have done the same
some of them are even more insane
while the little park at my house
is filled with small bones – and
wandering cursed dogs

you may think this is dark
but I can tell you this
the womb of space is much darker
with black holes and shattering stars
sometimes I wonder, just wonder
how big the babies of space are

© Maularia Fist

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