I sat. still. gut wrenched. holding.
Nib to parchment scraping. cutting.
tracing veins that would no longer quicken.
until I vomited you.out. bleeding the past.the way
out through the buried box.contaminating air.singing
as a newborn.echoing through the darkness.
afterwards.raw. eyes wide.finally awake.
I knew. I was alive.
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