FETUS

Fetus...we begin as a construction of plain flesh, 
emanating with desire, curiosity and eagerness. 

Immersed in warmth, love, hugs and caring...you're equipped now, 
regulations and rules are set up to guide in the proper lane. 

But don't worry, because life will shatter all of those fucken hopes and happiness, 
and reality will come up to you and slap your stupid, innocent, joyful smile. 

And times of those days, with bleeding affection...they may fade, 
but the memory-tumor will always and continually stay the same. 

Whimpering like the state of long ago, 
suffering scars will tattoo the very essence of who you are. 

Yearning for the aluminum blade that shimmers through the rounded droplets 
of the thick, black-red liquid...which gives us life. 

but only to continue... 

With vulnerable naked showers that will end with your very own salty drops, 
you're just a fetus on the tub floor, with cleansing water 
invading your every inch.