BendyDivine

Warning: harsh language, graphic descriptions. It all started in March 2013; I went to my general practioner to write out a referral to the Fertility Clinic in Huddinge, Sweden. In May I was sent to a Ob/Gyn specialist in high risk pregnancies. She asked intrusive questions and send she would send me to another Ob/Gyn specialist to make sure I would be able to handle the pregnancy and the In-Vitro Fertilization Process. In November 2013 this militan bitch said "You don't have type 4 so there is nothing stopping you, you have have 6 miscarriages, I see no reason why you can't get pregnant on your own". When had been trying at that point for

These pains thrieve on your slumber like coma spoken through sewn lips directed through fiction. Morphine is your flight on wings of daisies screaming to hold your bliss. Romantic and cruel darkened skies laugh scolding hollowed eyes Fighting fragmented valentines. Beatting irratic breathing calm Judges point to a chemical highway. Taste the way they live live the way they die These chemical romances.

Whatever you say forgetting to be gripped in your tortured  grin letting the daisies sleep sweet and blue runs like fountains wrap the world around it swollen, swallowed, loathing boil it away Here standing in your mind on a meat hook You gave me this made me silver tarnishing the machine Drifting in, broken me Frankensteins scream missing the sway of your forked tounge Coming undone to be whole again Spinning around through howling moons Here comes the lie Your kind eyes.