Why can't I remember your snarls are sadness,
your stings are jealousy,
It's you that you despise.
I meant the most when I made you proud of yourself
You don't see my face now
Wasted shell
The bright crawled out long ago.
I had to burn you to find me.
Like the spiderlings, eat you alive
You expected it, no time for you
Each bite of flesh existed to serve our existence
our unseeing uncaring survival
We sucked unfolded devoured and scurried away
The core of every mother eaten by her young
Some gnawed by teeth others by disappointment
Trampling corpses, we charge onward
You who were my first home.
I can't find home in you now.
"Mother, don't worry, she's got a garden, we're planting it together"
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