premonition

August 12, 2017

i am ophelia
drowned and
breathless
breasts hidden
smooth among
underwater
stones and yet
mother
to this one
puck unaborted
screaming son
playing ex-utero
games he is
like a fish
being born
backwards
swimming upstream
returning to womb
trying to puncture
lungs from the
inside out
elvish eyes rolling
laughing with
interior hysteria
at such
destruction wrought

Julia Pickerill

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