Pour our languid
shapeless forms
from iron furnaces into moulds
bend our backs over anvils
hammer us
forge us into the image of you

Hurtle us into this world
as we
breathing for the first time
burn our throats
after the tether is cut
the bridge to our mothers severed

Freed upon this place
to fall in and out of Love
smash our flesh into one another in a search
to find the connection we once had
before we became

Trying to hold fast
to memories
washed over our eyelids
as we close them in the night
        lulled into dreams
        before being pulled back
        to your iron furnace


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