Birth Print (Poetry)

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Even though I can at times
fool my brain into not thinking of that moment
my body holds full memory —
the shape of you still hollowed-out inside
flesh-echoing the stirring of your life.

I am the mould that made you —
pressed your smoothness new
into the world — the wrench of cutting loose
a ritual blood-letting —
the invisible bright knife — the fading scar.

Blood rises every year — sings again
its heartbeat anniversary —
the blip of the machine in tune
to muscles straining —
the old plan deep-imprinted conjures you.