Life, Cycles.

sometimes
The Shedding
leaves me mottled
and bleeding.

layers leave
gorged valleys
as bullet holes
a fresh flesh
My Holy, mine.

raw air gurgles
an endless sinking suck
as new birth cycles
my tender nascent
bloods.

by Tony Searl

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