Eternal Maternal Victim Poem by sean north

Eternal Maternal Victim



She opens up
like a wound
in paper cup

And i almost have
the gentleness
to divide her

With these hands that
flow so far away
and freely

With those puckered lips
and mothers hips
to show you

She got anger
and the bitterness, to
spread her will around

Tuesday, November 7, 2017
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