mother sends me off
with words from
the mouths of men
deep in trouble
like i, waking
with timeless time's
blood on my hands
reflecting the look
of God's present eyes
like night breath leaving
these soft foul gates
rusting in saliva
creaking teeth
endless war
like i, living
yet with discontent
may no man say
i am incompetent
though we know
like snowflakes melting
on heated stones
where your head lay
where your thoughts
spilled unintended
like i, mother
of none of none
with stilled blood
wrinkling skin
my bags of weight
like wine spilling
on virgin carpets
cheap waves rushed
euphoria forced
upon the floor
like i, daughter
of you of you
unnamed
unhappy
God hears me not.
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