Red Shard

a Mother’s Day Poem

I used it as you would have wanted done:
this sliver of glass still blessed with your dried blood.
Cover yours with mine.
I hear you now. Good.

Leave it. Let it remain inside me. Deep, deep.
I will not fear your voice. Cut. Follow its lead.
Embrace me, sweet escape.
I live you out. Dead.

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