You Can’t Chew Milk

Mom died and there was pain.
Softness gashed open to hardened survival. 
A tearing sensation as knowledge pierced through ignorance. 
I had to feed myself now,
chewing through life’s solids. 

There is no more milk for the motherless. 
The child hunts and eats on their own.

M. Dels

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