The Root
Malice unsated. Insatiable.
The children of the frenzy
belch poison beyond the shell,
yet suckle there at the breast
of an uncertain woman
gratefully turned to stone;
long for a distant father
who has quietly despised them
since the uncertain womb.
Insatiable malice. Unsated.
18th June 2020
Copyright © Lawrence Sharp | Year Posted 2020
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