Fini - Opheliac's Challenge

Slipped by cancer,     
orphan child, run -     
and hide, rubbery protection.     
     
Maternal croaks of 'Love.'       
'tween vomit, only     
she-Devil could speak.     
     
Such sweat and blood     
for five months,     
no child should plan for a boy.     
     
'Shame.' wept Florence,   
'By and By' lulled Hamburg         
and 'Hollow.' sighed quaint, English town.     
     
Yet doubled over, shadowed delusions       
whisper 'Was it mine or fraudulent belly     
or mother's unfortunate, twisted spine?'      
     
Fini