I Crawl

 I crawlI crawl between the stones that mark paternal graves

The ivy stains my knees and palms.

Tears rain from eyes to mossy earth

As ivory angels keep silent vigil over

Aisles and aisles of artificial blooms.


You left your daughters ill prepared for sisterhood

Expelled from a uterus that gave us shelter but no haven

We shared a used bike and twin bed

And watched you from a universe away

Yearning and yearning for love that never came.

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