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Binding the mother wound

You were a small girl
clinging to yourself

because everything
was left empty

one way or another

you built yourself up
from the inside out

ribs first, a cage for lungs
shattered but lasting

breathe in breathe out
the heart with its pale

fragile beat, locked inside
its bars of bone, a stomach

tied in knots, a clever mind
storing every fact and hurt

your spine rigid, holding
certainty and loss

and hidden deep a womb
to bring the love you needed

You should have known
when you gave birth to me

that I was only a child
I could not feed you

clothe you, hold you
fast against the dark night