what is this?
who would ever have known that i could give birth?
particularly to such an unruly child.
running hither and thither with a cold pair of scissors, cutting itty bitty holes from my inside
one day he may find his way out
then my child will turn back, sneer plainly mounted
pointing, and laughing, “look at the fool, bleeding, gasping, yet finally living.”
he’ll tell you
“I am what he was dying to keep on hiding, I am aching and I am growing.
I am your death, and his despair, for love is lethal when denied the air.”
in spite of the wounds, the inevitable end, he’ll bring beauty at long last
he’ll bring truth in the pain of our love, oh in vain
it was we who so bitterly allowed love cast...
...cast hither and thither with a cold pair of scissors, carving canyons from each of our bellies
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