Broken babies choke me in my sleep
Screaming painful memories spanned across generations
They tell me to suck you in
Make your face tell me your tale
Of streets walked and time passed by

You cracked and spoke
And I enjoyed it
You told me of dead offspring clouding your mind
And I told you of mine

You then pushed yourself inside me
Creating new life
And weeding out the spiderwebs that lined my womb
Nothing was holy
It just was

And I came with the force of my past pushing me
You fell on top of me and I could feel your secrets
I swear they're safe with me

I left without really leaving
For you keep my picture tucked behind your ear
Or folded inside a sock
I cried for you and you laughed at me
I wrote to you and you spat at me
Always wishing you had the nerve to care

You saw me in the New York Times
With a shiny rock welded to my hand
Carrying your girlchild
Hollow eyes and tight shoulders

Maybe when we're old and tired
And our skin rejects the body
Shrivels and shrinks
We will see ourselves carved out of stone
Touching and winding together
In ways we never could
While blood still jolted through us

And people will stare wondering who we were
How we could have loved so deeply and yet not at all

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