I have aborted myself to feed my children.
my love, my thoughts, my writing – all of them, aborted fetuses,
because my children needed to eat regular
meals.
but behold! –
my children are not necrophagous.
they do not thrive on the smell of death and destruction.
theirs are the souls
enraptured by the seed of light
theirs are the hands
that carry the torch.
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