a vbump more than starting this challenge due to time restraints
Before
three nights past the new moon
the blood worms spawn
slither free from mangrove silt
float to the surface after mating is done
free of life's trivialities they sacrifice themselves
to feed the next generation of fish
three nights past the full moon
you sacrifice yourself to those demands
that clamp your insides
and tingle your flesh
float to the surface of a dreams reality
cradle your swelling belly where she kicked from the inside
tears fall
so close now
as you push that last push
and
her cries are the cries of silence
still as a porcelain doll
she is handed between the family
so she may live in our hearts
After
three nights past the new moon
blood worms spawn
slither free from mangrove silt
float to the surface
mating ritual consummated
they sacrifice themselves
to feed the fish
so the next generation may live
three nights past the full moon
you sacrifice yourself
push and breathe
float to the surface of a dreams reality
cradle your swollen belly where she kicked
so close now
push that last push
the cries are the cries of silence
screaming an echo of tinnitus
she is still as a porcelain doll
limp one arm malformed
skin see through white
she is handed between the family
so she may live in our hearts
three nights past the full moon somehow
nature got it wrong
Before
three nights past the new moon
the blood worms spawn
slither free from mangrove silt
float to the surface after mating is done
free of life's trivialities they sacrifice themselves
to feed the next generation of fish
three nights past the full moon
you sacrifice yourself to those demands
that clamp your insides
and tingle your flesh
float to the surface of a dreams reality
cradle your swelling belly where she kicked from the inside
tears fall
so close now
as you push that last push
and
her cries are the cries of silence
still as a porcelain doll
she is handed between the family
so she may live in our hearts
After
three nights past the new moon
blood worms spawn
slither free from mangrove silt
float to the surface
mating ritual consummated
they sacrifice themselves
to feed the fish
so the next generation may live
three nights past the full moon
you sacrifice yourself
push and breathe
float to the surface of a dreams reality
cradle your swollen belly where she kicked
so close now
push that last push
the cries are the cries of silence
screaming an echo of tinnitus
she is still as a porcelain doll
limp one arm malformed
skin see through white
she is handed between the family
so she may live in our hearts
three nights past the full moon somehow
nature got it wrong
