She's God and She's Born To Miss Us All
there is such a strong will in her blood
you are lucky to witness it
when she's pinching one of her fingers
with a needle to
make her lips up with her blood
and she's slapping her face so the same
blood is pumping up through the veins
and blooms her skiny cheeks
she's combing her dark hair with the same fingers she once cuddled her baby now
dead like a little shining stone hanging
on her white neck inside
an inherited medallion
and she walks out of her square cave
so gentle so silently adamant
to meet you
to forever love you
to offer you her humble life
for she's god
she's yours
she's fine
woman
woman
you're born to miss us all
Copyright © Che Fontana | Year Posted 2015
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