Roots thick as blood
Tied to the vows of the womb we shared
A woman’s bond coiled in cold intentions.
Suffocate a moon-time flow of a new direction.
Heartbeat in the background Tells us of the time we do not have.
Regressed by a memory.
Drowned by a dream.
Is my psyche playing tricks on me?
Blood and memory –
The foundation of the altercation.
You. My legacy’s contention.