Barren as
asbestos-laden walls
The tear-drop seed of life
will never grace
my womb
I am a shrunken belly
emaciated gut
Tight around
the pit of yawning hunger
A yearning to create
A tugging desperate haunt
of my children
never born
I am
the bled-dry land
of a famine-swaddled west
Undeveloped and unknown
frost-preserved
I die
May 31, 2020
May 31, 2020 at 11:33 AM UTC
Barren as
asbestos-laden walls
The tear-drop seed of life
will never grace
my womb
I am a shrunken belly
emaciated gut
Tight around
the pit of yawning hunger
A yearning to create
A tugging desperate haunt
of my children
never born
I am
the bled-dry land
of a famine-swaddled west
Undeveloped and unknown
frost-preserved
I die