March 26th, death gave birth to me.
I dropped out of her womb – naked,
helpless, worthless,
cold and drenched.
I can taste the bitterness of her milk,
feel her sluggish blood crawling through my veins,
bask in the quiet embrace of her darkness.
The umbilical cord still binds us.
All her pain is mine,
all her joy – what a privilege...
Today I turn nine.
Love you, Mommy.
today I turn 9
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