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©2018 Barren Magazine. An Alt.Lit Introspective.

Break Forth


by A.M. Pine

An inner coming away, beginning over again,
an outer rending, cracked in twain.
Thin, flaky crust of earth pie,
four and twenty red-wings rise to cerulean sky.
A birth, a break forth into song,
dragon-scale shedding, clawing along.
Molting, shutting the cold, old, yesterday’s door,
the sap-blood flowing once sweetly more.
The moving thickly, freshly born,
an emptied womb, a broken shell, forlorn.
Death awakes as life.
Flesh pink, scraped clean by ice-cold knife.
A besetting weight not easily scorned,
a gray emptiness, pain’s barrenness not mourned.
White and black birth, joy over green,
emptiness brings eyes to fullness, keen.
Torn away, rent, broken through,
clawed, sloughed, tapped, brand-new.

Header photograph © Jason D. Ramsey.

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