Sunday, May 10, 2015

My Mother's Womb


The dark hole
I crept from
breath by breath.
Out into the sun,
out into the light.
The doctor’s hand
upon my throat.
The smell of nitrous
and alcohol.
The long tunnel.
The black.
The endless black.
One cord
cut,
but never severed,
pumping
me full
of blood
and fear.
Your breathing.
deep inside mine.
One,
but not one.
Always out of sync.
A dysfunctional rhythm
I could never right.

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