my lost womb still sings to me
in hollowed-out spider spaces
split
slit
sliced
the imprint of your brittle bleeding exit
becomes an amorphous wound
oscillating residue
that melts constellations
jagged edges privately meeting
folding my breath
in timeless sleep
my craving heart
a supernova
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