POST-PARTUM
Cut from me
spliced into its own existence
part of me
has been exorcised.
A tumor
so long in the growing,
removed,
left to live or die
on its own.
I have suffered underneath the blade
by masked men
robbing me of my wealth
my girth
a thing just beneath my heart.
I have been split, rent
ripped and cut
all as penance
for actions I barely enjoyed.
Is it any wonder
I do not appear
particularly pleased?
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