watching you lay there tubes down your throat tubes in your arms your legs machines breathing infusing you grimaced in pain
i felt their sterile hands inside you, cracking through you like you were a crab manipulating your insides in red mortality
think about where we’ve been where we are
what was and wasn’t appreciated til later generations and will my son see the same
the kings men put your heart together again but like a movie trailer knew we would be here again
patriarchal shift being there for the one who birthed, your wife doting over you, talking to you through the laudanum haze displays rare affection showing there how much and deep she loves
i don’t expect so fair a fortune