The Divorce
Abort it.
And fast
Says the bleeding
Mother.
Of two
Twins, Alex
and I
We find the
Solstice
Even more
Comforting than
Most.
And, so what?
Your cords,
Your tangles,
and your serpeants
Cannot kidnap,
imprison or
Stain my will.
Copyright © Ian D. Campbell | Year Posted 2013
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