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I imagine I came out of the womb

In complete silence

not knowing enough to realize

I needed to cry in order to breathe

oblivious and already numb to this thing ahead of me

if the woman who had pushed me out into the world

wasn't twenty years of dust

I might ask her to carry me for a few more years

I would beg if need be as I was clearly not prepared

I hadn't gotten the notes,

or seen the films

hadn't been properly briefed on the situation

Instead I slid out blind

covered in blood and failure

and life was just beginning

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  • Kiersten Felch 2 months, 1 week ago

    Pretty clever and dark description. I like it a lot.

  • Miranda Fotia 2 months ago

    I can definitely relate to this. Most of my life I have felt like there is some kind of instruction manual that everyone else got except for me. Great piece!