Parasitic Conditions

My belly protrudes over my tiny waist
Made noticeable by the shiny fabric
Stretched across my wide abdomen.

Not the loose, worn stomach of
Someone naturally corpulent in size,
But that of someone carrying a life.

How could this be?

Not once in my primitive life had I
Commenced to the greatest sin of
Laying on my back and spreading my knees

Unwed
Underage
And
Unworthy

Unworthy of God's undying love
Unworthy to carry his handmade creation
Unworthy of forgiveness for unknowingly disobeying Him

The seed planted within my sickly self
Proceeds to grow, as does my hate for it
Immobilizing my daily routine of living

I can feel its parasitic claws scrape my insides,
I hear him swim in the amniotic fluid,
Submerged in the repugnant liquid now
Tainted evil because of the body that resides in it.

Even after nine months of tedious preparation
I still can't find it in myself to love
This spawn of Satan.