Cauldron
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Do you wish to be reborn?
Let me place a rune on your tongue
to free your true voice
and draw a sigil above your heart
for courage and vision.
Step into my cauldron—
I will bring you to a slow simmer,
unspooling your stories with your ligature;
muscles and sinew separating from bone.
I will devour your past with my iron teeth.
Sit in the womb-like dark
thru a fall of stars,
as the moon
puts on a new skin,
and step out reformed.
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