Deborah,
What a beautifully poignant thread!!!! I just loved it so much, and was brought to tears more than once. I can relate (though I won't go into the details here). The crucifixion fantasy is so intensely emotional and adding motherhood gives it a unique, heart-wrenching twist.
A young mother, crucified, who sees her babies in the crowd as she hangs in agony, her breasts heavy with milk...oh my! I'm utterly in love with this deeply maternal image. She aches to hold them to her breasts, smell their wonderful baby aroma, and nurse them...to feel their warm, soft mouths greedily sucking at her nipples, drawing the nourishing, life-giving milk she has to offer out of her aching breasts and giving her that wonderful, inexpressible sense of maternal contentment.
The crying, fidgeting babies are held up so she can see them. In the throes of agony she is at least content knowing they will be cared for. In her emotional torment, which only compounds her horrible physical sufferings, she pushes up and out from the cross, despite the awful agony, crying out in deep, wrenching, sobbing anguish. Her body shudders uncontrollably as she drops back down on the cross. And then, at first a single drop, then more drops of milk collect at her nipples and roll down the soft, full contours of her engorged breasts, or fall to the ground beneath
Mixed with sweat and blood, her milk only feeds the flies as she hangs through the day...
Thank you Deborah for your amazing post!!!