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I’ve warmed us a seat in hell, of molten lava

My rodent peers, tears, fears, consigned to oblivion

Mother, you silenced the voice of hope

For I was born with hands around my throat

And I purge myself at the thought every time

I gnawed at rope and swallowed twine

Maternal hands that drowned me slow

Summoned monsters from below

And I buried you, in a shallow grave among the rest

A faded heartbeat in your chest