I guess this is me then
I am small, like a crab
curled so tight in this place
If I move, it moves with me
It is comforting, in a way.
See, my hand
See, my foot
Feel my tiny heart beet like the steps of ants
A flutter, a mere murmer yet
A hailing of what is to come.
My little eyes
Too small to see.
And upheaval does not happen here.
Well, once only.
And then my tiny head is
shoved out into the world
Into harsh lights and staring faces
Is this my mother?
Is this me?
I am hideous, aren't I.
