you're a james now. here's what to expect:
he will wake in the middle of the night. you will want
to hold him. or not. your decision based on the outcome
you can handle. fetal position can make a man seem
small. harmless. like the child your womb won't carry. cradle
him then. reassure with sour breast. the moan in your throat.
expect to be bitten. blunt teeth leave bruises. can dent
your bones. you'll have to learn to walk upright again.
with your spine disintegrating. be his mother.
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Masterful.*
And boom. It's a killer Poem. I'd expect nothing less from you. *
Every time I read this through I find another kernel of truth about what to expect when you give yourself up to someone else.
Like this very much Stacy, just have a loathing for men like this.
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"small. harmless. like the child your womb won't carry. cradle
him then. reassure with sour breast. the moan in your throat.
expect to be bitten."
Good punch. Nothing wasted. I like this piece.
ouch.
love the finish:
you'll have to learn to walk upright again.
with your spine disintegrating. be his mother.
thank you all for your reading & commenting
A lot going on there. I could read this 15 times and draw a slightly different conclusion every time. Pretty awesome!
thank you Epiphany
Forceful and compelling with the mix of feelings that go with that state.
A favorite, StacyMichelle. Spoken with authority, spoken from experience.