when my living ceased and nobody knows

i have finally put an end to my living

you should know

you see me

transformed into the dry, cracked statue that i am now

a mechanical fertility emblem

trying to look good in these odd clothes of motherhood -

no, i am not regretting

i have so long wished to cradle my child in my arms

but sometimes it just gets so new

so strange

that i have grown distant

and more

i have no one to talk to