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Burning Womb

from Silent Intercom by Trophy Hunt

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lyrics

The city is a split jaw.
The sterile water of clinics
is siphoned up to every open mouth.
Soaked roots, a coin under your pillow—

reminders of all the ways
you won’t survive.
Through smoke and salt that stings your eyes.

Everything at your back resists your existence.
A heat-fever, a salt-circled room, your god-given season.
Even your shadow untethered itself from your frame.
Your pain resists its own existence,
it grew from shit and silt under a hateful sun.

I want to hurt—
I want my burning womb.
I want Montgomery,
Jackson,
Atlanta,
every capital in America

burning like a copper pipe,
uneasy green to stain the crimson sky.
Burning like a demolition charge—
pious white, corporate ash.
Burning like

silent lightning against my baby teeth.
Pure as salt I cast them
behind my back.
Dilating void contains the past.
Bear witness to my body’s lack—

the site of pain is gentrified.
The scar of memory is cauterized.
I turn inward, see my body’s empty room
the blood and salt
and deeper, the city—

bear witness to it’s
reconstruction,
castration
unending violation.

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from Silent Intercom, released February 11, 2020

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