Many Mothers by Nicole Dawn Haywood

Aug 23, 2021

The heavy smell
of familiar soil
each mound stirs
the worms;
pulls me closer

and I find myself
looking into
a deep grave
shaped like my
many mothers

its walls wet and slick
lined with the strokes
of strong fingers

I taste blood
and stone
as I lay myself down
looking up and out
through the film
of their eyes

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