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Still Called Mother

My body is a graveyard. I buried you inside this defective womb. I am less than a woman. My flesh a fertile tomb. Tiny ghost. I will never hold you. My baby is crying. My baby is crying and no one can hear their haunting wail but me. Night after night. Hush now. Shhh, Momma loves you. Inviting this emotional decay, I am damaged. My heart is in the ground with you, dear one. This body betrayed me. The space between these hips, Now an empty cradle. That gentle heartbeat, Faltered, Ceased. I am always with you. Child, Deceased. My soul gently rocks you, As you sleep. When the fragile heart stops beating, Are you still called mother?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 7/8/2015 4:42:00 PM
Heartbreaking. Emotional.
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Date: 4/20/2015 8:53:00 AM
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Nadia Steel
Date: 4/20/2015 9:29:00 AM
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