A Child,
ripped from the center of me
battling for her own identity
from day one. That first night
we were alone.

Unaware, i was preparing
for the rest of your life just me and you.
Tiny screeching mouth, all
hunger and urgency. Needing me.
Darling you kept me breathing
just as much, if not more.
I have fought, kicking and
screaming against bullish strength and
ignorance. Literally fought for you.
And i will keep doing so,
even against you. When you
open your mouth to that shape i see,
hidden in the corners of your grimace
the same need as when you came,
Blood doused and writhing.
Motherhood, and crying,
unavoidable entwined.











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