maternal flesh

in wild hope,

of remembering

you, in maternal

adoration – my

efforts are ripped

into shreds of

decaying flesh; at

the memory of your

violence – strewn

prints embark it’s

eternal stay; it’s

hiding place, beneath

my skin.

 

 

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