09: LGBTQA - Sept 2021


 the curse of the mother.
A lineage still curled up in fetus stage, 
but it’s kick bold enough to shake the ground it wishes to conquer. 
You’re my biggest fear-
to have all that I am spill open for the world to see,
a mound hot and bloody; 
don’t take it to heart when I turn
my head from your kiss.
It’s too frightening, 
the idea of dropping the weight heavy in my womb into a world
where I haven’t found my way.

-Celeste S. King

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