Mother was is it that you perceive?
Folding her thoughts, the tension arose.
Pulling away the dark layers of mystery.
The eyes.
I recognized Mother.
Mother your eyes begin to sink.
I- daughter watch you weep.
Your mouth begins to symbolize my birth.
The body that stretched carelessly to the ground.
The daughter that called for her Mothers womb.
Dripping the black drapes, your body touches the sun.
Mother- you have turned to gold.
the female zoo
