My suffering is god-like

waiting to be recognized; worshiped day and night.

it gnaws at my insides as if i have been stuck inside myself, starving.


what is it about motherhood that is drawn to this daughter?

it stole my youth and shoved maturity down my throat

until i was left vomiting pieces of the girl i thought i was.


It is an echo inside livelihood

the gravel road which leaves cuts and grooves seeping youthful sorrow.

and despair knows no man like their brother

the other who envelops them in anemic visions.