The Jagged Void

Tomorrow morn
      The sun will shine.
But this sharp thorn
      Will still be mine β€”

This jagged void
      Where you were born,
Sharply deployed
      When you were torn

From meβ€”and yes,
      An arrow, shorn,
As if, roseless,
      It could adorn

This womb. My lot
      To curse? Forsworn.
Yet will I not
      Tomorrow mourn?

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