The Other Side
Your mother roared
And your father cried
And you slipped clumsily, wetly out into the world
with a silent, gaping scream
PUT ME BACK
A rude and rough entrance
They say being born
Isn’t that different from dying
Just leaving one warm, small cocoon
For something much larger—
A vast, untouched world,
right on the other side.
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