She cant remember the sound of her own voice. Self diganosed insane with a touch of hope. But she is a poet so its makes sense and it can be justified without evidence.
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She was pregnant. Feeling the body of her child move and form is inspiring. Her a single mother. Was she scared? No. Mostly just tired- so very tired. Imgaining it growing inside her, sometimes that specific thought does frighten her, beause it leads to thinking that no one will love her children but her.
Giving birth to poetry every day. They were all bastards in every possible way. Sometimes they came with lupus, deformed and in pain others with perfect health. But she loved each one, even if she has forgotten about them years later.