Eve

It moves inside
Slowly hinting
Embracing the core
The union.

-third trimester

In the face

Damn, why am I so angry at everyone.
Grrrr I see punching bags in the face of so many people
I want to hit

One tight slap would do.
On the face of my boss
On the face of my maid
On the face of my cook
On the face of my neighbor

till my hands get tired.
Thats right my hands are not tired
Thats why I am so angry at everyone.