here lies two poems by Camille Scott

TW: child abuse, miscarriage, feeling suicidal, post-partum depression/anxiety, general sadness.

The Nursery

the nursery reeks of ghosts

this is ambivalence

a half/way home

on living


I’m happy now

I sleep enough

I cope

I hope


and still

A haunting finds its way

To the space before time

And plays games of folly on beliefs in living

 

TW: child abuse, miscarriage, feeling suicidal, post-partum depression/anxiety, general sadness.

Do they know?

Do babies

about to be born

to wretched mothers know?


Do they jostle, tense and wrangle,

the fear they sense seeping through.

Can they sense her disdain of their existence

Is this why sometimes they leave before mother even knows they've visited?


Or are they magic?

Do they assume the best, do they inhale sugar poisons as gifts?


Are their flutters

gestures towards

the child inside their mama

that only they can now see;


the psychic sway

of babies born

to wretched mothers

 

Camille Scott is a mixed-black woman born between Texas & Louisiana to a set of people who couldn’t have known better. Her writing is a reach towards the survival of love despite ourselves. A mama of color, she is keenly aware of the traumas that inform her writing. She hopes to do right by children and the ancestor she is becoming. At night she sits on chariots while trying to battle her fears. During the day she teaches little ones: mostly, on how to read with more than their eyes.

Be sure to check out her instagram.

Sophia Mihailidis