Bring it

She’s afraid of the pain, the struggle of bringing you
into this world full of its own trials and strife,
but she’s determined to be the best mother she can
from the get-go and that means withstanding
the torture of lemon and onions smeared across an open wound,
of broken fingers with pins stuck between the cracks,
of clearing a way through stone and sulphur
with no more than sweat and teeth if need be;
we’ll both run barefoot over ice onto
smoldering briquettes
if it means a moment of your own to rest on a soft bed
peacefully and content without an ounce of pain for your own.



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