MY UNBORN FETUS

You got unbearable sharp edges.
It’s no longer comfortable.
I’m in dangerous discomfort,
because of your sharp edge;
as deep as my skin goes,
as deep as the air blows,
I am falling down from
here to the grave,
as long as I could crave.
It’s silent like a long blue ultramarine sea
where you and me
will disappear !