Homecoming
And little knuckles crack into being
Floating in perfect blackness in
Biological flotation tank
You start to squirm
Submerged in human craft.
Vitals connected.
Strange parasite
Half-formed.
Me and not me together;
In utero home
Slit-eyed alien in
Embryonic quarters
Curled up and bent
Contorted
Head down.
Legs strengthen;
Try to stretch
And slowly, slowly
Eyelashes break like tiny claws through thin epidermis
And little knuckles crack into being
Time to leave home
With a push push push
And screech with inevitable tear
And here you are.
The world too bright and loud
You bawl and struggle and mourn
Then soften
Sweet and salted
Stench of cunt and life
Like crack when I kiss
Your strange little head
Sustenance, poison
Collection of cells yet
Somehow still
The sweet yellow-haired boy
I see today
With those large, fearful, curious
Blue eyes
About the Creator
Beth Sarah
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