born again

by Amy Roberts

it was something like veins

that connected me to you

to all of you

a closed ecosystem

and i was dependent in every way

one slender, life-giving cord

for each and every face

like a womb

like a hive

do you know how much it took

to cut them all?

to bleed every time?

to feel a death?

to be a killer?

and here you stand

asking why i did it

as though i could stop

my own birth

About the Author

Amy Roberts is an artist, literary enthusiast, and gardener. Her deep love of stories drives her work in poetry and art, which often feature common themes of death, grief, rebirth, and religious deconstruction (www.amywrote.com). She lives on three acres with her husband near Nashville, Tennessee, where they both contribute to their hometown’s creative community.