Traveling across the empty landscape of my mind with images of the dead carried on doors as improvised stretchers. My world is calm, immaculate and privileged and the greatest of these is not on the list for what shall you do in your calm world besides watch in horror and text
13
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13 years ago you pressed on my belly, my ribs, my bladder
pushing your way out, demanding your time
Before
You hid from the world for months, waiting to make...
9 years ago
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