essay: #112: In Utero

Awake at 6am.
Dawn light, blue haze.
Think I hear her footsteps.
Softly, down the hall.
Momma, where are you now?

Deep within, a child stirs.
In utero, again.
Belly curves.
Into his embrace.
Warm, like honey.
Hot, like fire.
Birds in bloom.
Flowers sing.
Heaven.
Bliss...

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