part seven: a sacrifice.
she loved her kids. so much
more now that she has nothing
to give.
his babies are starving,
as pelican tears streams reflections
of the pelican kisses she had
learned to trust.
“but that’s okay,” she things.
“that’s okay.”
she recalls the death of
her dad, and how his feathers
were sacrificed for something.
his feathers had meaning, like
the stained skin of her tear –
drop body turned red.
she knew her bridges were
burnt, the light of the heat
was being healed by the
pain of the darkness.
and she looked to her skin
that she had just pecked,
she sacrificed her body so
her kids could be nourished
by something instead of nothing.
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