Born in the darkest of alleyways,
she was laid in a box, in rags,
the body which expelled her
too cavernous in its own need
to hear her starving heart
break. Abandonment gets
in your DNA, they say –
cripples the soul, twists
the bloom – but deep calls
to deep, innocent
instinct spawned in
unholy soil. She raises
her head to the sun,
ingesting Light.