words
spit dancer
am
i
swear to me
your queendom
how come
ing
mother
lies
in
stains
her sheets
clung to
that
am
i
scent


get away from me mother
can you not see
that we have
grown
mad
what mother
we can barely
hear you
through
these
am
i
shapes


roll up your sleeve mother
hide the snot from underneath
what have you done mother
will you womb
ever escape me
answer me
mother


come child
from under your defenses
what are these but painful memories
relax my son lay on the tides


what mother


mother
















mother






answer me


















mother
i's
from
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