No matter who is pregnant,
nor how, within
the chalice of her body
the match is struck,
alight, and there blooms
the
unspeakable goddess
Almighty
in a tiny cake
of cells.
J. Pratt-Walter, © 2017
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Friday, October 6, 2017
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