I open that which I loved
touching that which gives love
removed that which grants breath
ripped open that which housed my child
pulled out that which grants nourishment
threw away that which gets overlooked
discarded that which passes it all
carved out that which eggs are made
I washed my hands of her
leaving her life surrounding her on the floor
now searching for a new soul to carve
to deliver a new heartache
Nov 9, 2012
Nov 9, 2012 at 1:40 AM UTC
I open that which I loved
touching that which gives love
removed that which grants breath
ripped open that which housed my child
pulled out that which grants nourishment
threw away that which gets overlooked
discarded that which passes it all
carved out that which eggs are made
I washed my hands of her
leaving her life surrounding her on the floor
now searching for a new soul to carve
to deliver a new heartache
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