Kinderfüße | a poem

her yolk breasts dripping blue and desperate

the body in invisible flames lowered towards the hole

that mirrors her

strands of hair ash immaculate

I call you home


morning pleas

she keeps him safe

within a frame


you’re not coming back to me

blue eyes in his skull

broken bones

purple eyelids closed

resignation between her thighs

no more

she had given birth

death had been off topic

My own drawing © Laura Gentile 2022 | Instagram: @melpomenepaintings

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