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Take me back Where all is muffled Blanketed Lights filtered through meshed pink Sanctuary Harsh sounds of existence slurred Safe from harm Ophelia, drowning in flowers Escape a world I don't understand Mottle my fingers I cannot see Where I begin and the air ends I wish to be this close to you again Connected by a cord That can never really be cut Feed knowledge and experience Into a pre-natal brain Etch your wisdom into whorls Thicken the pads on my fingers Envelop me The beginning and the end of my universe My Dôn Is it any wonder I cried when I left? Take me back to a time before language The only foetal words I know Are the drum bass of my universe I am, I am, I am, And soon I will echo your confident staccato I am, I am, I am Okay.
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Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 7:22 AM UTC
Crawl Back into the Womb
Take me back Where all is muffled Blanketed Lights filtered through meshed pink Sanctuary Harsh sounds of existence slurred Safe from harm Ophelia, drowning in flowers Escape a world I don't understand Mottle my fingers I cannot see Where I begin and the air ends I wish to be this close to you again Connected by a cord That can never really be cut Feed knowledge and experience Into a pre-natal brain Etch your wisdom into whorls Thicken the pads on my fingers Envelop me The beginning and the end of my universe My Dôn Is it any wonder I cried when I left? Take me back to a time before language The only foetal words I know Are the drum bass of my universe I am, I am, I am, And soon I will echo your confident staccato I am, I am, I am Okay.
I wrote this for my mother when I was going through a really rough time. She's the one person who always knows what to say, and always stands by me. I'm eternally grateful for her.
#mother#daughter#maternal#womb
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Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 7:22 AM UTC
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