Cain and AbelA Poem by Solidad
Lodged between my hips
your sin fruited the unborn. I'm almost certain it was an accident the way my womb cradled our child[ren]. There were not enough confessions to absolve my distended heartbreak. Yet my knees remain bruised with prayer and mercy. The world my swollen abdomen gods lie beneath my navel. Brothers, a set of b******s born under the ethereal light. To whom do I beseech with such languid psalm? When orisons fall on deaf ears as though whispered from the mouth of a saint. © 2011 SolidadAuthor's Note
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