My soul is an empty crib
abandoned
as womb denied its wet push
I am child of night, of city;
motherless as alternative methods
of no conspicuous test tube
I am untethered to ties, floating free
and fierce at this far flung
float in unlit search for something hovering
over empty space
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WOW, These words punched me right in the gut!
"My soul is an empty crib
abandoned
as womb denied its wet push"
Such Intense Imagery, M'Lady.
~ Nicky♥
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