The Blue Baby

by Fyrce Muons

Aunt was born a blue baby
Entered as spare before term entangled in roots of umbilical
In a room in a house in a village in a desert

Deep purple lips gasping and wheezing
Pale white hands and lavender knuckles
Deep mourning eyes
And most openly a hunchback

Deep isolation caused her to lash out in quiet terrifying ways
Fine art of Edwardian passive aggression
Tearing down of others souls in lost desperation
How cruel a life this must have been
Robbed of place
Stripped of completion
Hidden from the fearful world

Written by: Michael McGee

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