Francesca Woodman, Untitled, Boulder, Colorado, 1972-1975

The Padded Pool

Birthed from merciful brine
and a primal language of silence.
Deprivation soon realized as enduring loss,
the warmth of weighted water gave freely
as a harbor for emotions: sad and very sad.

“…she didn’t do a lot more for you than give birth to you. In case you’re wondering, we—the family—were always aware of this, but there wasn’t much we could do…”
— Anon

Two Feet – “I Feel Like I’m Drowning”