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Jul 2019
is confining
like a smelly foot
in a sock that’s in a ***** shoe
it has no ability to breathe
or move
free is the earth
under my bare feet
free as in birth
when one is released
from the darkness
and cuts the cord
that wrapped around
her neck –

at least that’s what mine did
maybe it explains this state –
a lack of oxygen
and always wanting
to escape
take the infant
out of the ocean womb
and place her
in a box
all alone without
human contact
as if she was
an egg to hatch
when she already pushed
through the crack
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  56/F
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