Apr 19
No ring on my finger,
no lullaby, just a linger
of noise and need
that I did not choose.
A borrowed child,
and in borrowed shoes.
A borrowed cradle,
in which I am
restlessly waiting,
relentlessly reading,
this flawed fable.
How did
I end up here?
no lullaby, just a linger
of noise and need
that I did not choose.
A borrowed child,
and in borrowed shoes.
A borrowed cradle,
in which I am
restlessly waiting,
relentlessly reading,
this flawed fable.
How did
I end up here?
🍼
The designated babysitter.
_________
© Ayisha Rahman, 2025
The designated babysitter.
_________
© Ayisha Rahman, 2025
(F/Down into the rabbit hole)
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