Stranglebirth

The mirror in the dream steers me backwards

Backwards with head twisted front And the cord, the cord comes not

From belly, but back

And it trails like a tail into darkness.

Following to its beginning,

Stepping toe heel toe and wrapping as I turn

In the cord.

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