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Birth Me:Pain Paid Her hands held flaws unshown Anticipating, she cupped them at torn skies * It was her flesh that hid But if you looked closely to her fingertips * There were rippling ponds That once stood still with no breath--water * Some people thought mirrors Yet no man had ravishly skipped cold pebbles * Upon the innocent And no man had bathed soil in it's pure waters * One day this half-woman Became bluntly furious in her toothed mouth * She had bitten bleak at chaste hands She craved to be where men had rankly nibbled * She paused at her outrage And looked up to rippling skies, imploring eyes * The sky then poured her pain She cupped bloody hands which caught falling slivers * They helped pierce at her hands And when the birth stopped to let her pain soak in (slanted light) * She went inside to wash She was now born into full-woman, full-pain |
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