small wound #44

fragments II.

bloom.

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something has been growing—
petals inside me.

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my ribs open slightly
when it moves.

I find flowers
in places I don’t reach.

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it blooms without light.

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my skin learns
to hold what opens.

something soft
breaks through.

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I don’t bleed
the same.

there are colors in me
I’ve never seen.

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it flowers through my mouth.

I am becoming
what grows.

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