THE BLOOD
Were we born perfect
or born in blood
needing to be cleaned?
Peace into corruption.
The eye grinds open
a flesh shutter
in pain and disbelief.
New edges fray as we
strain our way into freedom.
We struggle against the bondage
as our betters cut the cord.
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“The eye grinds open/a flesh shutter”
wonderful image there.
maybe we’re born bloody & perfect
“We struggle against the bondage
as our betters cut the cord”: I love the freshness of the umbilical cord metaphor.