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Like sparrow wings, brittle bone webs, intricate as nuclear physics, complex as the ways of love, your frailty soared bright in my mind, drew razor blades across my sinking heart. How I cried, then, howled silent prayers to whatever gods would receive, and beseeched some Olympian deity maybe catch the screaming gist. I know not by grace of who or what hooked you from the abysmal brink; or could it have been my ferocious mother love that willed you back to life, fierce with psychic anchors? I know, I know, it seems so unreal, yet deep down in my very womb, I ache with how much I love you and how I would have died by the hands of stygian grief if you had not come home.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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