love is unwritten
yet it writes like a poem
universal love.
yet it writes like a poem
universal love.
Inspired by Jesmyn Ward
I wish I could tell you how I mourn your innocence,
how I pray for a shield,
I clung to my baby blanket that wrapped around my limbs. my limbs, small and swollen, cushioned by my mother's organs. I was warm, I clung to the insulation of two beating hearts.
cut in half in a ceramic bowl, the edge of the spoon carves out the meat from the middle, sawing at the membrane that encases the pulp.
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