Subdermal

My mother hated her body.
But right now, my only wish
is to crawl
back into her womb
and envelope myself in her skin

Maybe her uterus
would provide a warmer embrace
than her pallid hands,
unmoving.

I could give her
the life she once gave me.
Return to fetal ignorance.

But as that is not possible,
I'll roam the earth
for the long-lost placenta and umbilical cord
which once united us in life.

And I'll pick up my needle
and reunite us once again.
The metal would rest
cold against my skin,
until I struck.

Each stroke
would bring warmth
and maybe my blood would replace my tears.
Until we were joined once again.