fuileachadh / bleeding

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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 the air. singing

as a newborn.echoing through the darkness.

afterwards. raw. eyes wide. finally awake.

flooding, senses heightened.

I knew. I was alive.

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fuileachadh / bleeding

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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.
flooding.senses heightened.
I knew. I was alive.

 

 

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