delivered

i was cut from

my mother,

ripped away from

her.

stolen away from

my dreamlike paradise,

warm, surreal,

nurturing oblivion.

the the scapel

came,

nearly kissing my face,

opening a door

that wasn’t

meant to exist.

it was my divine

intervention.

the passing into

the next world.

but the next world

was not

a

better

one.

it was frigid,

and it was loud.

i did not exist

alone,

therefore

this world was

tainted.

my lungs

swimming in

my ribcage,

jolted awake.

a breath.

so sharp.

like a knife

down my

throat.

there was another

instinct.

an urge.

to show my disgust,

to scream at them

to put me back.

so i cried.

i cried

for three months.