Renga Genga Bo Fanga
By Tristan Scheving
Red and gushing
Thick watery consistency
Metallic
Crimson color
Tied up with veins
Warms the heart
Red fills my hands
As the knife falls
I lay dead
A funeral
On a sunny day
Joyous with memory
Blood still
Rest in peace
I will never forget
Lifeless
Depressed in a world of fate
Dead, but still existing
Dead till dark
Hidden in the ground
100 years
Fossils
Creating the life of now
I shudder
I wish I died in the womb
This life is not worth living
No hope left
That’s why I’m
Pro-choice go girls
Go abortion
Sex as a teen
Life isn’t meant to be a baby momma
Even if I’m only 13
Don’t you know that?
Or is your immature brain too dumb
To comprehend it
Big words
Hurt your head
blah blah blah