That fleshy place of warmth and pounding heart
I came from a place of life
Fed through a tube, connected by limbs of string and sinew
Yet wanting, wanting to be alone
Kicking my way free, screaming that silent in liquid scream of drowning
I wanted to be a separate entity
I bulged outward like a tumor
And erupted in a sea of blood and urine
When the doctor cut me free though,
I screamed again, and it echoed
Painfully through the remainder
Of this my solitary life
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