tethered

I was born inside of you. Conceived by desire and poetry. Nursed by your mind, weened only when the tether was cut.

I am hungry.

Does your stomach still growl?

I bear the wound where our bodies were joined. You bore an abyss where memory falls. There is no ground beneath it. There is no steadying. There is only wet. There is only dry. Will they never meet?

I lay beside the gaping hole and try not to forget.

You surround me.
I am still inside of you.