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Cuckoo

They say cuckoos never raise their young,

I know you are the reason.

Your words are diligent henchmen embedding themselves in my skin and my brain . A deafening curse that numbs my limbs, you're fierce dark magic opening your hungry maw and swallowing my aspirations

The seeds of doubt vines you garland me with suffocates all my ambition until it’s nothing but a shuddering  flicker of a flame

Everything is collapsing

Memory after flashback after nightmare disintegrating

Only embers remain at this point

Growing colder with each passing moment, you gave birth to a dead girl

My childlike wonder rolls down my cheek landing on my stained hands

Because you gave birth to yet another mother who is designed to abandon her young,Cuckoo.

Because you birthed me a Bird

and barred me in a slowly capsizing, comfortable cage.

Because you made sure Home was something I would always run from

What did your parents think of you, Cuckoo, you changeling child with a head filled with proud ideas and

And magic dripping freely from charcoal stained fingers?

Did they fear you? Did they love you, Cuckoo As warblers love a cuckoo's kin, for killing their eggs

And faithfully feeding its hungry maw

or were you raised like you sculpted me?

i have polished this grief you have grown into my glutes and made wings of it.

you may tell me a thousand times over that I am worse than you will ever be for all my womb can hold is blood not brood,

i'll always tell you that i'd rather have a hollow womb than an empty nest.

And Remember Cuckoo, you may delude yourself as much as you like but the first truth you taught me was that the wicked they may be free,young forever great but they don't get to ever Rest.

i may be bird still yet my voice is not a Cuckoo's calling.

-swara

To my dearest Mother.

I hope death is kinder to you than life was.