stirred
in late night womb
umbilical venom
tainted at the source
of dream
burning within
spiraling fall
from red to black,
the tarred heart
translucent prison
of body,
leak of fear -
the unsealed fontanelle
where is my savior,
the radiant hands
that proffer salvation
begging for a beat,
the stillborn arrives
in a mess of birth
and mourning sun
(image from mymodernmet.com)
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