Resurrecting mother (excerpt from)
v. vaughn
I
Sadly, I return to
Laying her to rest. It's comforting,
The way I paper over the wounds,
Seal deeper scars, cast the body out
As if an empty vessel on some retreating tide:
The silent voice, the womb, uterus, ovaries,
Aborting one another, like little russian dolls.
Time has come to stop this hiding inside.