thump, thump... thump, thump... Tender heart beating.. Eyelids fluttering.. Popping wide open.. Corneas white, blistering.. burned out by the light.. (Much safer in the womb, not quite ready yet to be born..) Watching cold, naked, and frightened.. thump, thump... thump, thump... Can you hear that? Those lips, they mutter.. trying to form vowels and syllables.. "It's time, dear.. Do it now.." thump, thump... thump, thump... Hands reaching.. "Do it, dear, do it now.." New mother reaches deep inside, pets the pusculent sac.. It's throat gurgles... She cries.. "Love you, dear, Never.. forget.. this.." Hands grasping.. Thumbs pressing, breaking the white sockets like a disease.. pungent.. wasting flesh.. peace.. a mercy killing.. like a runt puppy.. drowned in a canvas sack.. I know it's hard.. throwing away those you love.. but what of the person whom you expire, like babies born without souls, who will always long to crawl, and tuck themselves back into your womb.. as you force them out into the cold.. alone...
Reason for writing:
When I first started writing this, it was to be about relationships, and how quickly and heartlessly they can be taken away.. when I was done, I realized it would be open to many interpretations..
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