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On the Origins of Death

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Cell. Cell.

And so on until the unknown

turns into a complete deuterostome,

until your midbrain forebrain hindbrain

meld together to create a aching pain

for your mother and she wonders

Worriedly

If pregnancy is supposed to hurt

And she hesitantly clicks, "Search"

And the answers overwhelm her and she

starts to fear your birth.

But fear is only human and she's a tough woman

So Mom goes to the club

for just one night

and drinks herself into ruin.

God, child bearing is stressful.

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Kick. It kicked.

You're a slimy bodybag with a heartbeat now

Your weight is putting her under duress now

Her back is sore and she's bloated more

This stupid baby's turned me into a mess now.

Nightly escapades cross over an easily traversable bridge

Until once a month becomes once a week becomes every other day

Yeah, mom, I'm okay, it's okay.

Third trimester and daydrinking gives way to twilight smoking

God, this thing hurts so bad but this cigarette hurts so good.

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It's... it's not supposed to look like that. Is it?

You're finally out of your prison,

but you can't tell by your vision.

You can tell you're free because your head is clear of the toxins you've lived in.

Well.

You can't tell anything.

Vocal cord damage, arrhythmia, apnea.

Will it...he, be fine?

Not sure, but he's running out of time. We'll let you know, ma'am, by the end of the night.

That was a long journey, from inception to conception

and every part of it was a part

you both detested.

Now you're free of her

and she of you

So many minutes with her,

but really, so few.