I let you in and embraced you.
Like a foetus you grew,
stretching my skin to protect you.
You fed from my emotions;
I leeched off yours.
We gave birth to something new.
But now my baby fat is almost gone,
and with it so are you.
The anchor of nourishment
was severed by earthy will.
Empty now without a soul:
I live alone in a body for two.
Can I love another?
The mould that festered around us
was so perfectly fitted -
like ying and yang we hugged
the tight lines of this bubble,
skewered by our fidgeting.
I am a bird without flight,
the pen without paper.
I have no release, no emotion.
The emptiness beside me is a vacuum.
You have pushed the perameters;
I cannot live with these boundaries.
Author notes
Not about a baby!!
A contest entry
- Comfort Zone by Danna Hobart.
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This is lovely. You use your birthing metaphor so well. I've never thought about a relationship that way before. I'm reading through your works at the moment, your word use is spectacular.x
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