A festering rebirth

A festering rebirth

She gathers her limbs, looks at where they lie

Blood, pus, scabbing

She knows she did not create this

and yet it is there.

It has things to teach her,

with its pockets of


Its walls, its blocks she cannot

see through

She feels almost there.

The earth cries beneath her feet

She wants to See

Sometimes she imagines it is healed

What she does not know

is that it’s not as scary as she thought

She just has to go down, to


To let it Move her

Let it excavate



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