Poet Lady Katz: new forum reply to Womb of mortification

New reply from Susan Katz

Outstanding poem! You have maintained the message and the emotional meaning of the poem throughout and you have done so with outstanding imagery, Some memorable lines:
Even the air remembers how he held me wrong,
coiled like worms that dream of wings.
Mirrors break their gaze on me,
- and many other lines, combinations of words – you have a truly memorable poem here and one that deserves to be read. Do you have a platform you can share it on?
You are a gifted poet. Thank you for sharing your work with me, 
Susan

https://poetladykatz.com/poetry-talk/womb-of-mortification

Original Post by Comfort

Womb of mortification

They say the night forgot me,
Though 
Even the air remembers how he held me wrong,
Each whisper still sleeps inside my skin,
coiled like worms that dream of wings.
 
I did not ask for this harvest
this seed sown in my ruin,
this child who kicks against my ribs
as if begging to be forgiven for existing.
My womb became a cemetery
where tomorrow comes to rot.
I feel it move and wonder
if grief can grow a heartbeat.
 
It demands love with each kick,
but I am still negotiating with the bones in my chest.
Mirrors break their gaze on me,
afraid to chart the scars that bloom beneath my skin.
 
The water runs red sometimes,
but the doctors say that’s normal,
they don't see the prayers clotting inside me.
 
If I keep it,
will the child learn my silence,
inherit my trembling hands
and call it lullaby?
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Sometimes I press my belly and whisper,
“I'm sorry you were born from a wound.”
And the womb answers back,
“It’s the only w
ay life ever enters this world.”