rockabye baby.
April 1, 2017
this rockabye baby
cradling yourself
in small, dark spaces
in wet t-shirts
with naked legs
swaddled in silence
like a lunatic’s lullaby.
You cannot be reborn.
Come out of the womb.
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Graze on my lips; and if those hills be dry, stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie. -Shakespeare
this rockabye baby
cradling yourself
in small, dark spaces
in wet t-shirts
with naked legs
swaddled in silence
like a lunatic’s lullaby.
You cannot be reborn.
Come out of the womb.
