Death's Womb
A poem from The Green Hour
Death’s Womb
She said I suffer
because I dwell
in the light where
pain festers, stimulating
torment’s reign.
I scried - eyes focused
on the flame
within her abdomen.
Death’s womb opened.
I entered and saw
her - freedom.
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