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▼
INCEPTUS
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▼