This body
has had three
burst forth bloody
and squalling
one so tiny I begged doctors to not make me
bring her home as
I was a child myself
another coming during a snowstorm and full moon
the last
leaving me a scar deliberate
and having me question
the clairaudience of the unborn
in coming just when weathermen in white coats predicted he would
But
it was the fear of steel and concrete vibrating under my feet
that very nearly murdered me.
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