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| Artist: Isabelle Rolles |
And then one day
You find yourself
on a nest of twigs
No eggs to keep warm
No babies to feed
No little ones to guide
How long have you been here?
A day? A year? A lifetime?
You realize
that your body has become
Molded to this form
Round
Pillowy
Soft
Your breasts hang
like an afterthought
like twin ragdolls
Your skin
Wears the history of your work
Love notes written in scars
Wrinkles
Blue veins
You stare at your empty hands
Didn’t you used to have wings?
What are you now?
And then one day
You find yourself.
