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.
š§ Today Iām listening to: Lunokhod - VLMV