the crucifixion
of her mind
as she looks
to the ceiling
opens her hands
and explodes
the mother
cooker of food
tamer of beast
asking for rain
to cool her skin
she is ashen
from the flame
she is given
to fits of guilt
she carries
the entire world
across her back
sleeping
when she can.
09/21/2018 AAW
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