Divi Ded

I was quite young enough to forget
The tearing of my Bones
From my Flesh.

So, I ask, “Father, Mother, Soul,
Have ever my veins felt full?
Or was it destined from cradle
For them to never be able

To secure my blood (to carry or quell)
From spilling into the void
Between the halves of myself?”

 
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