Growing up in the womb
of someone else’s aborted dream
until the umbilical fills me up
and crowds me out
leaving only the maternal desire
now mine

What I would’ve wanted
tries to seep out
and I scratch scratch scratch it away
I’ll dance on my broken bones
over and over
before I bow

I don’t need to know
who I am
touching it
is all I want
and when I do
I’ll fall right through
for there is nothing
can be nothing
after being

October 6, 2014
Tressa Lee Breen

Image from the movie "Black Swan" (image distorted by me using iPhoto), used without permission, with no credit taken, no profit made, and no offense intended. 


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