I had trouble rising, though
It felt like any other day.
Sheets of powder cloak
my pregnant bump,
the ears of my crown
a valley surrounds.
My fault lines crackled and steamed.
My ear listens close to my belly.
A mantel of vellum shrouds my flesh.
Wire twisted too many times
Smothers my scent.
Once they stopped, entranced.
Eyes ablaze and palms a flower.
I'd hear a piano play,
and see a pendulum.
They bartered for my hands and feet
and carmelized my leather'd skin.
They portioned out my limbs
then fed my bones to hounds:
I was, like them, fulfilled.
I can sense his lungs deflate.
His touch no more a tongue
that sparks the throng.
Each morning hails
a little brighter sun.
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