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Hush.
"Hush. Please, hush." Echoing the walls of my womb,
the vibrations that go right through me.
Return my child.
Come back, my mouldy, four-year-old fetus.
I'll trap you back inside.
Grow.
I will feed you placenta.
I won't drink and
I won't smoke.
The care will be out there now.
Come home, James.
I can't report you missing.
"Hey, you, please look for my unborn child...in the sewers where he was flushed."
Do it quietly
my guilt will eat you whole,
if it hears you.
the vibrations that go right through me.
Return my child.
Come back, my mouldy, four-year-old fetus.
I'll trap you back inside.
Grow.
I will feed you placenta.
I won't drink and
I won't smoke.
The care will be out there now.
Come home, James.
I can't report you missing.
"Hey, you, please look for my unborn child...in the sewers where he was flushed."
Do it quietly
my guilt will eat you whole,
if it hears you.
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