TO THE UNBORN BABY

You were there, safe in your fleshy incubator, kicking and spurting, awaiting your chance to life. She threw up every morsel she ate but never once spoke ill of you. Afterall you were not there when the erectness consumed her being. She beaconed to you with every moan and sigh of pleasure. You knew she was inviting you when the grunts and gallops occurred so frequently, with a disregard for all those safety precautions they talk about. You came adjusting her tiny body to accommodate yours. And when her hands flew to your cradle at every opportunity,

stroking and caressing, you smiled, happy that you are loved before your first birthday. 

A day comes, and she takes you somewhere far away, it is a damp room and you can hear the loud wind babbling outside.There is a bed and she lies down on it, the foul smell of death all around. Her legs are raised and fixed into the stir-ups hanging up against the wall. She opens her thighs to the metals and you cringe, desperately wishing its your regular erect visitors. .You wondered, will it be the short and ugly erectness that never strokes you before leaving? Or will it be the long one that almost chokes you on every visit? Oh! I understand that you don’t want to dwell on the others, you are scared enough as it is. You will rather wonder which one of them will gaze lovingly into your eyes, and dole out gifts when you have done something good after your birth. You wonder which one will beam a huge smile and show you off as a gift of labored pleasure.

There is a scream of horror as the entrance to your cradle is prodded open. The metals are touching you gently, harshly, harsher, each contact a huge strike that shrinks you. Finally you are in the metal bowl, naked for the spirits of your ancestors in the room to see. You were in your incubator, safe and awaiting your chance to life. You were there, evolving flesh and blood but you came into this metal bowl as tiny bits of tissue mixed with blood and water. She killed your chance to life. Adieu.