Tuesday, May 14, 2013


mother, in any situation I collapse into myself
the lining of your eyes justifies nothing but the composure of my concrete body and when they undertook your organs did you reject your skin
were you ever so unkind and absent and did you regret drinking your heart the way you are trained to do when they assert your innocence into the way you bend at the knee and worship the feeling of god in between your hands, and what did you see rupture when you sought me bloom from your own skin
what did you see all those times when you stood alone and unable to recognize your own breaking body

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