baring teeth and creation
you pushed me from your
womb.
I dream of baby dolls
plastic, still-born and
covered, lying in their bodily
tombs.
I hold them to me
willing a truthful cry to
escape into the frozen
din.
Peel, cut them all away
the falsities that bind
contain your compassion like
sin.
Raw, bleeding
baring teeth and creation
you pushed me from your
womb.
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