They swaddle me in sugar
sweet platitude to ease
the rasp in my throat and
force my screams into my
stomach. This world is dry
I ache for the warm wet
of the womb where home
was in the soft soothe of
my mother’s voice. I am
living a life that blinds me
daily and folds me thinner
than fresh linens. My heart
is soft like my newborn skin
these bones are yet too brittle
for the heavy of this new life.
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