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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.
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