Fireproof Suit

Walk into the fire.

Trust the flames not to hurt

If they aren’t hot.

Seize the moment when your breath

Has all gone out, waiting for pain,

To be the moment before your breath returns.

The beads of sweat

Are sweet and full.

There are no burns

That can take you whole.

Birth always hurts

But we must turn towards

The fireproof suit that we could own.


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