I woke up to you and you fell asleep to me
Do you know why mothers are a healing ground? Why they are a balm, a saviour, a creator of light? Why they can take your tears and turn them into the redefining of what your soul is, a better version, a refined self? Because they have been knitting you together, reshaping you, since you were […]
I kiss a prayer onto your shoulder, leading a doxology down your neck for forgiveness and priestly pardons, past sins since forgotten blessings where vein meets sinew thanksgiving where lips skip over spine.
motherhood must make you the most religious person in the room – constantly. find your powerful deity of choice with any luck, the most powerful – it’s a gamble with those guys – and rail at them begging them ‘not mine. don’t take mine.’ Constantly.
If you stand us side by side I have more scars You have more lies. They’re both dark splotches running through our cores Whatever is like love is a synonym for war.