This feeling
Like a growth on my stomach
A cancer I suckle
A bleeding wound made of reds and yellows
Something other
This parasite
I hold and protect, I’m its catalyst
Who knows what
I unleash on the unsuspecting world?
When all is said and done
And the caul falls away
Reveals the monster
Perfectly pink and freckled
Black haired and hungry, hungry, hungry
Ruled not by moons but by the beat of its heart
And that savage tearing instinct
As it coos and caws
And I can’t help but want it
To emerge and become
Mine, my own, my flesh and blood
It was nothing, I lie
Now that all is overcome
And the membranes are cleared away
And the thing is satisfied.
(I promise I'll stop posting so much of my stuff XD)