They pigmented my skin, the both of them.
They gave me stripes of pale, soft like silk.
Almost the shade of the moon.
It's as if they made light of how it felt to float in the clouds of my womb.
These natural marks of fertility.
Like an exhibition of wrinkles made beautiful in due time.
Suzie Sateri
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