lady of the night, mother by the morning.
body still housing residuals from labor. heart full of love for the two babies that followed. twelve years later and i still watch her with awe, with envy, with admiration, with pity. she gave her all. she deserved it all. she had it all. she lost it all. bedtime stories and horrid fairy-tales, like magic, strewn across her very skin. i read her, i see her, i bleed her. i free her...
how vulnerable. how lovely.
ReplyDeleteindeed. she is. (thank you)
DeleteWow, you blow me away!
ReplyDelete(((blush))) as do YOU! *that's not me in the picture, though*
DeleteMM MM MM Nice writing and let me find out thats you in that pic LoL :-)
ReplyDeletegrateful for your support...(le giggle)...it's not me. it's a friend of mines, actually...
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