the hand breathes,
over my stomach,
a galaxy of stars,
giving birth to my
breath tingling, as
I reach for the darkness,
welling up between your
fingers clutching my head
like a broken egg,
to baptize me,
as I shudder in your
fatherly, embrace,
the demon eating
the flesh of the children,
I want to curl away from you,
but I shake in an unforgivable
ecstasy, is this what it means,
to heal?
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