Where do Mother’s go to fall apart,
Safely
You can scream with
Intent to pierce the sky
Glass shards fall on skin
Air pockets to breathe from

Where do mothers fall apart,
Safely
Their children won’t be taken
From them
Instead, someone hugs them
While mother licks her wounds

Where do mother’s fall apart,
Safely
They cry themselves dry
They sit in the abyss
They understand
Why one would abandon their seed

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