Wide-faced baby still crossing her legs,
Shivering inside her own mother’s womb,
Her parts stay hidden from the ultrasound’s cold, metal screening,
Warm pool of darkness heating up as kicking goes wild,
Already moving through mother’s quick anger,
Already formed and already asking….
Wanting more time, wanting more time.
Mother’s eyes glow brightly, brown almonds growing wide as I am...
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