I have no idea what to call this, but here you go.

january ejected me into this new life
feet first, cords that I tried to cut wrapped thrice round
my throat
choking me
I work myself to the bone to make the best of
this breech rebirth but there’s still all this wrath
that I cannot shake
you tell me to let it go but it’s seared into my
bones, it’s what keeps me going
I have nothing else left to give
january, you are a cruel mother
and I am exhausted from pushing myself
through your days
once more unto the breach

-Allēna 1/20/2026