The womb baby

I uncurl myself from the weeping form this Womb baby in the shadow, 
whilst they circle pitch forks in the dark. 
I suck in my breath , 
ready to expel the fire of a new day,
 the song in my throat once turned into a whisper,
 my tongue jives eager to chorus with a new form.

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