Let her cry

Do you believe in God? I asked under the
blanket, while her breath gently weeps in my palm. We were burning hot in our cotton full of feathers covering, longing for the fresh breeze to come from above, but none of us moved
She just cried, and I just hummed
We were cuddling uncomfortably in our nest
And because she didn't belive in God it was for nothing.
The pain will last, eden and ell will not
I came out striving for cold air: nowhere is safe
.Let her cry now. God, she needs it
God, no God at all: she says