Woman Of Shadow

A poem

A poem

I am the woman of sorrows.
my wide skirts hold the gnawed bones
of unrequited love in their folds.

I am deep water.
my breast holds the sawing rupture
of every sacrifice in their swell.

I am grey grief.
my eyeshine holds the hollow howl
of all goodbyes in their glittering.

I am blackened widow.
my womb holds the scratched shadow
of never in its silk.

I am the weeping sweeper.
my right hand holds the grinding death
of all births in its creases.
the left hand holds the bloodied birth
of all deaths in its cracks.

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