Immerse.

In that deep rooted fear
that fuels the vile in your slur.

Strip down and sit
In it.
Till it swallows you whole.
Drowning your lungs
out of breath, out of soul.

Or, till your knees give way
into a raging inferno's pit,
burning off the decay.
Submit.

Till all that's left are the insides.
Indiscriminate. Blood, bone, sinew.
Till we are the same, no divides.
And you are born, anew.

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