Understand that this much is true. Her body broke many times over. To accommodate newly beating hearts. It loved you to life while killing itself. This is how a woman loves. You came to wreak havoc. And she gave you your very own room. Made space in a body that the outside condemns for growing. She nestled you in the middle, near an exit for safety. Mostly occupying a space that is duplicitous to say the least. With breaths that increased in rate. Because your lungs were not ready to expand. Halted her menses and blood’s return to her very own heart. Saving it and all the energy it requires…just in case. She grew an entire organ to feed you throughout. And spilled milk to sustain you. Her temperature spikes because you are at first a foreign thing. And her sixth sense wants to destroy you. You have come, after all, to wreak havoc. But she softens…just for you. Knowing it is impossible for you to do the same for her. And the same antibodies that aim to destroy you. Become your biggest ally as she coaxes them off the ledge. You are your mother’s child – a stormy, awesome thing. Imagine…you have come to wreak havoc. Yet, she offers you not a seat at the table. But a chance to host the party…
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