
Released
The Womb
20214m

Overview
The womb Rattles its pod, the moon Discharges itself from the tree with nowhere to go. My landscape is a hand with no lines, The roads bunched to a knot, The knot myself, Myself the rose you acheive — This body, This ivory Fragment of Childless Woman (Sylvia Plath)
Created By
Adriana Vila Guevara