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Sunday, March 2, 2014

Postpartum



For weeks I swam in the thick syrup
of depression, while you clawed at my breast,
struggling to remain afloat
in a sea of milk and tears.
You squinted in the light, while I
longed only to crawl inside my own womb,
to plant myself in the warm darkness
from whence you came.

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