• Vol. 09
  • Chapter 12

Strength, Vulnerability, Chaos

You, my last child
A birth so violent
they tore us apart
you not breathing
me with a haemorrhaging womb

Only one glimpse
they whisked you away
After the chaos was finished
I saw you through the glass
amazed at your strength
penguin chick alone on a rocky shore
Frightened by my own vulnerability

How would we survive
this world together/apart