Friday, May 26, 2017

Hard Labor Comments

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A Haibun

Sunlight slants through the window in bars of gold, collecting in a pool around my feet. Shrouded in her own darkness, my muse moans and screams. At her side, I keep yelling, 'Push baby, push...' The final few words have clung to the walls of her womb for hours.
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Chen-ou Liu
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