rebirth bargains trauma in sacrifices. it wants for your to skin bleed again just the right way, mimicking that moment you fell apart in pain's hands. it wants an aching vulnerability far more dreadful than when you knew devastation more than it knows itself. it wants your blood, your tongue to oppose this force that rushes its process. it wants for you to break continuously for your healing to remove love's tumor entirely. it wants a give and take, a restoration of balance, a moment of insecurity when you're willing to die a million times before you can even begin to think about being born again.
