Womb for the warrior
He mocks meaning
She was screaming
Tearing apart boundaries
Before language
Continents of self
Splitting pain
So alone
Only
Fear. Pain. Fear. Pain.
She went back in dreaming
Tried to pull his weight off her
Only stopping him by sliding
Sharp scissors into soft neck
Severing grunting into gurgling silence.
She became warrior.
Womb shattered.
Blood smeared. Mud spattered.
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Survivor.
She kept her sharp scissors.
She cut her own skin.
To climb back in
from the void of that forgetting.
Her scar tissue hard as first fuck.
Trusting no-one.
Hard dirt her feral bed.
Cold rain her feral bath.
Hugged by wind.
The only fire she knew was wildfire:
Consuming everything.
Unless she cut her skin,
Fought fire with beads of blood
To prevent the burning
Of the world.
To prevent her
Burning
The World.
