Repentance
It ranges regular, splintered and snapped out of hell,
like an hour’s ease glancing explosions away gently
![Person](https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/6657955769543413e88b81f9/1719427317115-ZBX2E8J30786G3LNJC82/jianna+heuer.png)
![The Woman and the Sun](https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/6657955769543413e88b81f9/1719197091191-DE3OXS6D2FRL1QPLO13Q/jianna+heuer.png)
The Woman and the Sun
Aztec prayer said at deathbeds: “You have passed through the labors of life, / And now the gods knock at your door. But do not fear. Lying there beside / the specter of death, a child waits to be born.