with milk-stained lips
and spoiled tears
i've unearthed myself
from the black tar
that is mother

i did not cry at first
then with a punch
she carved me
with jagged corners
sharp enough to hurt

it is not a birth
but an exorcism
a regurgitation
of a rotten heart
but it's still a heart

ba-dump
ba-dump
i am warm not by blood
gasoline fills my lungs
ba-dump, i'm on fire

"ba-dump, ba-dump"
are my first words
it's baneful magic
my mother too hollow
to understand

my arrival is an omen
she calls me "consumption"
i devoured my mother
and spit out the soil
i am sick and i am also full