| She began as a body they could name |
Built from their language |
| Carved and contained |
Etched by inheritance |
| But something in her refused |
To stay as she was |
| A cracking beneath the skin |
A slow opening into unknown |
| The shift was not gentle |
It hurt, but it was necessary |
| It split, then shaped |
Formed in her own heat |
| She no longer resembled her beginning |
And she did not apologise for it |
| This was not return |
This was emergence |
|
Raw, strange, complete |
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