Things fall away

Tears fall down my cheeks like honey
On the tongue they sour
I watch a line of brown fall against my belly, I call for it to feed me

I’m hungry for a food I cannot taste
Inside my belly a child moves in my womb
To be born with all that I have swallowed

It will cry chaos and nurse on joy,
Welcome to the world

–Flose Marie Yardley Boursiquot

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