back in the day we were in .love 

we swore to each other despite

the constant betrayal

you’ve held our sons—our daughter too

in your filthy-cold mud .womb

Hiding from daylight

your emptiness of .promises

Somehow holds my attention

in the swamp of your .uterus

Bruised blue and white flames—red

a blood moon showing its .truth

Many loved you—their .pictures

on walls in shame—alimony

for our .children who died as ancestors

at least they got .away