Maybe one day
My womb will sprout
Into the hollow of my
Abdomen.
For me to carry life
In the missing
Of myself
Would be miraculous.
I never used to want this.
I always wanted to plant
A seed.
And watch it grow.
An extension of myself.
But now I feel
A sense of life creating
From within
The hollow of
Myself.
To feel inside
Rather than outside.
Maybe I have been turned
Inside out.
Perhaps that is all I
Ever wanted.
For the inside of my soul
To be on display.
Framed in a museum
Of wonder.
To be hollow
In a world
Forcing my solidity.
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