Finish 

Forced myself through it,

the square into the circle. 

Is that all that it takes?

To sculpt myself into you?

I feel it: needle subverts

the skin. Dreaded word

latches to eardrum, 

underside of tongue. 

Inertia unbirths itself. 

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