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the fruit of a barren mother
is the pungent-sweet smell of eggs laid to rest
their little souls in limbo

she’d hoped for a better fate for them

There’s something lurking around in there, in me. It’s incubating and I imagine it thrashing through my insides to get out Alien-style.

SOB with me

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