TRAGIC Poem: Mother, by Peregrine Day

My mother gives birth to her pain.
in every contour of my body
she shapes her sorrow
until my screams echo
the softness of her voice
and we contort into each other.

like mother like daughter

mother please eat me
consume my flesh and birth me again,
my body is cold and numb
and hunger is better than feeling nothing.

I feel her hunger in my own chest
it is carnal and quiet,
it beats the same as the thump in my wrist,
suckling and sustaining her eternity

i am the young to be eaten
the sacrificial lamb.
consume me quickly,
i do not want to stain
the newly pressed linen.

oh mother, do not be gentle

do not forsake me now.
i know i am not what you wanted
but i will lie patiently on your altar
until the return comes.

mother, please eat me