Eating Her Womb
My weak fleshy arms
Transparent and pink
Gripping with tiny instruments
Stubby and delicate
Wrapping new fingernails around my tether
To a blood red abyss
And I am drowning.
I pull at the string
Struggling to reach a shore
Or platform
Safe-haven
Dear God
Give me a breath of fresh air!
I’m not sure it exists
So with soft gums
It takes decades
to chew through
this tough tube
and eat away lining
tissue and sinew
open my eyes
having finally survived you.
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