Split Open

Split Open


Leaves turn over

bones and ashes are

swept away,

Blood stained dirt kicks up with each step

and the ground is forgiven.


Remember them, especially

the one stuck to your shoe.


Love lost in war, yet

a child born, to the ocean



Consequences unravel

with every swing,

Mother to child

her shame



With a hand over mouth, silence!

She turns away

from the gift given,

turns away from


Rachel Zweig

Rachel Zweig is from Queens, NY. This is her first published poem.

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