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Birthday
Extrication -
Forceps bloody the mouth of innocence
Slipping on the sludge of ennui, then
Something heaves violently
Rib-cracking lung-burst
From the expansion of a single breath
Turns flying shards of panic into shrapnel
Turns my heart an alien hue, spatter
The damaged loves, bullet-riddled by old hurts
Silent tears: a world rimmed red
But I stand. Stand against the wind
Gritting my teeth against its shriek, as
It scythes straight through me
But still I stand. Rooted, rooted as a tree
I am old, older.
Add another ring.
I like the comparison of a birthday/another year of maturation to the adding of a ring like a tree. I've not come across it before. Nice concept.