Children entered my life,
Without knocking.
Opened the doors
Like a tidal wave
Would.
Surging first through gaps,
To push with great weight
And intensity.
Insistent, rough and curly,
With a turgent
Rolling depth
Sucking violently at,
Independence.
Pulling at ankles,
Thighs.
Breasts.
Lapping into my ears
Until my head is heavy
With salty water,
Like a million tears.
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