Under the ashes
#poetry
I washed you
where you washed me
I washed you
where now I wash the children
that you don't like
that you don't understand.
I fed you
with drool
and the tongue,
sideways.
Sputtering in exasperation
Angry
eyes like flashes of impotence
you too become a daughter
you too return daughter
my nothing is scary
the first thrill of a rediscovered pain
that there was
that there is
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