Creative Writing Held in the Origin Mother Posted by TiffanyNarron on April 11, 2022April 13, 2022 Swaddle me in deep swells of the sea. Allow her wet blanket to fold over, under, around each crevice. Scrubbing the society clean. Returning me to salt brine and grain. Warmed in the origin mother. Touch candle to womb fire flame. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading...