Steam

I see the smoke filling the space between my hand and the vessel.
I let it linger a little to conjure life into it.
It doesn’t even hurt.
Haze takes over and composes to take form.
And I breathe it in to make something.
It was of nothing
But to cleanse.
Reborn.

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