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Ruptured Amniotic Rapture

I reminisce of months, I do not remember,
when I floated in warm fluid,
never felt the hunger
in my stomach,
nor in my mind
because I was pacified
by the beats of a faithful heart.

Many times, perhaps,
I heard the mumbles of the world outside,
wonder if I was seized in terror,
clawed my soft surroundings
with growing fingernails,
or did I panic, kicked,
only hearing sounds of laughter?

Did you smile, Mother,
when you saw Me undulating
beneath your flesh,
felt Me inside your womb?
Did you scream, Woman,
when they inserted that knife,
and you birthed Me to this tomb?

I feel covered in slimy perspiration,
as I lie at night,
regressing into a shape,
where my knees kiss my chin,
hoping tears, un-recollected memories,
will help placate me.

 


 

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