and I wash you
with the blood
from my womb,
in the growing darkness
of a new moon,
a daughter gives
to her Mother,
cleansing, healing,
old untended wounds,
and dreams clotted in time,
getting in step
with the flow
of a new death
and an unborn life.
with the blood
from my womb,
in the growing darkness
of a new moon,
a daughter gives
to her Mother,
cleansing, healing,
old untended wounds,
and dreams clotted in time,
getting in step
with the flow
of a new death
and an unborn life.
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