Cheryl’s Story

May 4, 2015

“Firstborn”

It was and then it was not
Sweetness of life scraped out
Because it was no longer life

Was it ever?

Our petal strewn road
Blotted, clotted black red
Leading to an empty belly of a home

Vacant the sign says
The occupant is not
Or, is now more than we are?

But not here, for our arms

~ Cheryl Mayli

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