no one heard your cries
though i felt you in my highs
smeared with gravitational sighs
you hatched the seeds of pain -
the singularity of many -
that shattered into miniscule pieces,
and forced lonesome asteroids into space.
but no one heard your cries
burgundy milky way gushed down on your thighs,
radiating the same banality across the universe,
germinating between broken bones.
excruciating? ha! it’s her reprisal.
my mother, you are.
your mother, she is.
did anyone hear the waning starlight?