being real
I grew him from a seed
fed and watered by my blood, my body
280 Days
under a blood moon
my moon shaped body, full of life, opened and then closed
he emerged from my womb, cradled in warm waters, marked at his navel
and powerless.
I grew him from a seed
fed and watered by my blood, my body
280 Days
under a blood moon
my moon shaped body, full of life, opened and then closed
he emerged from my womb, cradled in warm waters, marked at his navel
and powerless.