root

First thing fertile trapped in my tubes

Like the sense of aliveness wrapped and unseen

Letting the anguish root between my breathe, it thickens

Torn by violence and with one embryo misplaced inside

No why’s or how’s at this point of cancer

The way through it is shorter than returning, so

Blast this disease bound to torment distractions!

Freedom exists when you hold your heart in the height of your eyes

And you see the dying corpse’s released

Believe honest the crepuscule shattered

In thousand worthless windows

But I was going out towards freedom

Where did I stop?

Oh, yeah, motherhood...