Infected with milky poison, a seeming
parasite begins its venture.
Swollen guts spews a tiny living creature
after nearly a year of occupation.
But this is no alien habitation tale,
nor the story of a needed quarantine.
Only one actually natural incident
creates these circumstances
(which otherwise would be cause
for more than passive concern):
Pregnancy.
Author notes
Pregnant! Transforming into a mother, but first I'll become a huge Buddha statue.
A contest entry
- Shape Shifters by Gypsie Ink.
450 points, ended July 8, 2008, 10 entries
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"Infected with milky poison" your choice of wording is most definitely charming. A unique write. Thank you for your entry and best of luck. -
My god!! amazing poem! I was so not expecting it. So good, and the beginning you describe conception as something completely different. Great poem, really good.
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