.Like a blade in the skull, it's fused to the marrow
The machines wash the stainsâ
fromâ
my throat andâ
bring the marks into my alreadyâ
burnt skin
Sew the stomach so the eggs won't leak
Crush the remaining stillborn
Discard the flesh
The harvest draws close
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