A tree grows in a tree stump: I cleave your breast, rip it open, expose your heart. |
| Cloven I cleave your breast, rip it open, expose your heart. I find a snug place within to grow where once you flourished. You welcome this change, holding onto life long after death. It's in the sheltering, this last embrace. © Copyright 2023 Kåre Enga [180.13] (9.april.2023) |