mothering
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1 min readMay 13, 2018
I am my mother’s mother.
Swaddled in pain
so she can gasp breath.
While breaking her open, I let the worms in.
I am my mother’s mother.
Swaddled in pain
so she can gasp breath.
While breaking her open, I let the worms in.
just a worker bee stashing honey among the stone. poems are what happen when life squeezes too hard. +follow me to join the hive.