Ache like a rock

mother, cradle and rock

did you carry me? You carried me, It was a great pain, did you know that Carrying is a pain that feels sweet dragged into a somber defeat, defined as motherhood, a stalemate, you let them know that it's not a game yet you play Heart carrying a stone inside, soft from the wild river Little layers lost, a gentle destruction It feels numb and hard and soft and with tears, wet and Wild and willful Did you carry it with you

Mother, so cruel, unchangeable in a different moment, so soft and wild and full of something ineffable

As though there actually is a small stone somewhere, lodged like a rape inside your internal organs, so split and torn and pained,

You painted us into a fight that dripped blood. Cells ripped like the atom.

Selfish intentions, I was cast aside to the wolf.