I feel the faintest pulse
That isn't mine
I feel the slightest touch
From inside
I felt the bone breaking through
And my body break in two
And my skin screamed, "who?"
You mend the noise to art
Where you stand has its own heart
Your hands, they form
A child, stillborn
The life you give
Is nothing trivial
But there's nothing I'd relive
Except for
All of it