SPAWN.
You were an unknown seed that expired in my stomach
The size of a single grain of sand, that,
Instead of being wrapped in translucent layers of mother-of-pearl and cartilage
Grew infected and was rejected like an itching piece of grit.
But how could you have ever developed well
When the soul I starved was not solely myself?
A fragment of a tadpole that was flushed down from uterus into u-bend
As unwanted as the mess of morsels you floated amongst.
(But maybe, dead baby,
you are better off that way.)
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