I ate iron daily
Small pellets ground smaller
Dust mixed in food, in drink
Sinking to my stomach
And then disolved
To drift my bloodstream
The globules gathered
drawn one to another
Till their weight distended the balance between skin and spine and something had to give.
I smelted within myself
In the heat of my longing
The fire of my fears
A massy thing
All iron and blood tied to me
through red communion
This daily pill
Dust to dust
Gave form
I have birthed my anchor
And will never drift again
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