INCEPTUS

1K 68 25
                                    





𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘

wilting boughs are
wrought of wretch:
my burdened child
rocks the crib,
my womb that cannot
help but retch;
is weaned on blood
from adam's rib

BLOOD KEEPS THE SCOREWhere stories live. Discover now