violetmaps:
yesterday morning was a fluorescent maze
dragging worn out, frightened bones
through room
after room after room
trying not to puke or collapse under weak ankles
disassociated
enough to share laughter with women i’ll never meet again
women who’ve had to bear the weight of another world
in their wombs, with a boldness
and resilience shared
by those who face head on the gore and grit
of miracles
two cold hands carved out a space
for the guilt i couldn’t feel;
a hollow for the proper emotions
for the tremors
and terror
smudging the sharp edges
while i laid spread and sticky with sweat
for the shame and the stigma
that clench our teeth and nurture silence
like a sickly child
all my frailties
reverberating back in loving arms
i am the mouth of a flower
relief swallowing me whole only to split me open
i am the core of the sun
and i must burn
Abortion kills one and forever wounds another.
