Anna Couani #184 small arms after SSVW #212

those little hands

at midnight

the small arms reaching

through the dark window

calling

breaking the glass

cutting the skin

blood on the glass

and those small embryos

so tiny

they disappear

down the cracks

dried out

starving and dehydrated

forgotten

come home to mother

but mother is gone

now we’re trapped

behind the wardrobe