SON SKULL

“Pre birth after birth cut from within, blood hot, oh so hot, it crystalizes as it forms, creating crystal chambers filled with amplifed screams, and echos of the raw noise of power and submission, jubilation and worstening trying to start to breathe and embrace its place in the cycle. A child born in the dirt, orphaned with it's first breath; then again screaming, aching with new life.”

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