I am so sorry for not uploading yesterday! Hope your weekend was awesome!
I had kind of a rough end to a rough weekend, but hopefully I got enough rest, and the week should be okay. Thanks for being patient!
Right after birth they crowded in,
into the white room, huge tall masks
of women's faces
brick-red lips, chalked-in triangular eyes
gazed at us: nothing; said:
nothing; not-women they were suicides, trees, soft,
pale, freckled branches bending over her—
I knew them as my own, their cries
took on the family whiskey voice, refusal,
need,—their human need peeled down, tore,
scratched for her life—
I hacked and hacked them apart—
then who knows
when you murder things like that
who comes in and takes over
"Anaesthesia," - Jean Valentine.