Induced Birth

By Georgia Bowan

Mother asked me if she should hide,

The bottles again tonight,

And I laugh and say “no not this time”,

Knowing full well, that I’m a fucking liar.

Because I was born a little late,

The nurses said they found her skin, underneath my nails.

I was clinging so hard to that womb, I loved it to death.

I came from blood and died in it, I guess.

But I’m walking and I’m talking and I’m pressing on my pulse, now.

The waters high but I’ll get higher ,

Since, I hate the taste of water,

I’ll drink myself to death.

I’m barely 20 but i feel like I’m already 42.

Don’t have any children or a lover,

Just me and the basement, that I call my room.

My parents feed me scraps of meat and pet me when I’m good.

I’m 42 and I’m a creature who never learned how to be good.