Gestation

I was a little worm in your body once

I germinated, ate you out from the inside

It was warm mucus membranes back then

Gestational diabetes, the first way I swore vengeance upon you

I wreaked havoc on your body

I made you pay for the error of your ways

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I don’t remember the knife, and neither do you

You couldn’t push me out on your own

It would have been easier if you kept me inside you

I could have given you a sweet, sleepy death

Instead you gave up sensation, and sleep walked your way through

I was a procedure that screamed with an unused throat

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I’ve seen you out through twenty two years

And I do not champion my birth

I am not extraordinary

Nor do I champion your excellence

What mother scorns the babe that once relied upon her breast?

What mother rejects the child with an icy glare?

What mother despairs as I withdraw, as if she had no say in the outcome?

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I was born in the middle of the week

And now Wednesday comes once more

It is another day in the week

Another number in the corner of the screen

A series of symbols I no longer give meaning to

Stop calling me, stop pestering me, I wish I could quit you

Be a little pupating larvae again

Thoughtless bliss for an eternity