Something

at my back the pulse

something moving underneath

 

bone pushes through flesh

feathers of blood

drift down my back

 

pain shudders up  down

the wings push through

pull me apart

the wings reach up  unfurl

grow and grow

 

what am I

afraid unknown

not a woman

not a bird

 

the pain of making

the blood of changing

 

I cannot be

I am

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