baby

(adult content/visual upsetting language )

Baby’s breath still warm

from battle screeches and tugging of uncut cord from mothers wounds

cold touch would be unjoyous

bleeding gushes,

 scars mark places where a human was once homed.

 

baby’s breath gasping and face mottled

skin colour pink

oxygen new food, a new survival skill to learn as fresh as mothers stinging and yearning ache for love

for her home a broken one too

hair flourishes and arms open whole to curled up limbs and watered down fingertips

screaming could continue when the baby decides to nip down on her flesh for more food after the cord is cut.

…the nurse she struggled to remove the cord and after the birth baby was taken and moved so more procedures could happen.

 

 

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