WASTED.

The spittle from a garlic-dominated mouth stinks as skunk,
But it was given a chance  to see beyond the fence of teeth and decks above
Until it decided what to do with its life- to sink and dry up.

You are no spittle,
No skunk.
You are but a star whoose firmament
Was obscured even before the sun could set.

That some thighs relished free entry is not an option for a clumsy exit.
You wanted to know what life meant so you formed an embryo.
You should have been given that life, not wasted.

(K)hadijat
©2018.