Wishbone Women

Wishbone Women

A Poem by Beth


Grasped like a wishbone,
bound by knots
of mutual pain
to nestle/wrestle with 

Greedy, clenched fingers
clamouring palms 
then screwed shut.

I missed the cries out
the smothering,
I sleep in a cradle 
with crows
for mother's
scar is
now mine.

In the shape of a "V" 
separate instruments,
different time
but the same.

It makes her legs shake, 
but mine is a greeting:
a new day
a clean knife 
a wish-
to cut it all away.

I am not afraid 
of nothing;
more something 
I could love-
then break. 


© 2019 Beth

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Added on June 14, 2019
Last Updated on June 14, 2019



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