Generation

Little sister, did you see the close?

Like the flycatcher without the fly

We clamped our jaws - staunch

Draw back to where the hurt began.

We are the women who absorbed

How to talk around the borders of ourselves.

Shadows clenching, we grow in unnatural spirals

Over the spikes, towards the sun.

This is passed to you.

The bolts, the catches, the locks

The stop. The key.

Choose light. Let it in.

Have a lovely weekend, beautiful one.

🎧 Today I’m listening to: Lunokhod - VLMV