The speck marging my stomache

Hurts deeply deeply

I am broken from my mum

Then expected to create my own blood

No naked breasts for the hole in my face

No pure water emerging for the sake of me



I am no more a kid

But someone close to huge holes

I want to hide in my future home

Fill my grave_hole

Not with my hand but with the body

I am more able now

See mum…


Vildan Arican