Figure of four

I think about
hunger before  
we are born
those strange  
ways our eyes  
go searching  
for nurture,
how this space  
inside my hands
held every  
bruise, ass  
tear and
for undying  
hunger left  
unsung in  
the dark,
boiling in  
their blood
waiting to  
release a
new hymn.
Written by neves
Published | Edited 7th Jun 2023
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