UNBORN.

The night never ends

I sat, hands folded in my watery world

Accompanied by darkness 

My belly tethered to the mound of flesh

Housing my delicate frame

A jolt roused me from my siesta

My house is on the move

I bounce up and down in my watery cushion

Turning has become difficult lately

I felt lazy and strangely big

I heard a familiar voice and smiled

Housekeeper's hands radiated warmth

Sending tingles down my spine

Her voice became clearer: a scream

I sensed commotion

My river grew smaller and smaller

I heard a cacophony of voices, speaking gibberish

What is happening? A war?

A strong force compressed me

Pushing me downwards, suffocating me

The compression and pushing continued

Why am I being so rough-handled?

Time passed, the voices grew louder

I could feel my strength ebbing away

My bowel let loose some hot excreta

A flurry of movement ensued

I felt weak and could hardly move my limbs

A tear appeared at the North end of my house

Suddenly, my house was in ruins

Something sharp grazed my forehead

A warm, thick liquid entered my orifices

I felt two strong arms pull my head

Face wiped, I opened my eyes to a strange sight

The slaps on my back left me heartbroken

I cried

©Kelvin Alaneme,2015.