In her womb....

The very first day I was on earth life stood for" living in fear everyday"  As an unborn child I had become accustomed to the very conditions I lived in ; a wet womb with no one else. These conditions were sufficient for me atleast I was secure I was safe and it felt like heaven. My mom would sing for me she would eat the correct food for my wellbeing  and I knew she wanted me to stay in there with her for a long time. we were intimate freinds for 9 beautiful months,those were excellent months . The time came for me to exit this glorious place that had become home, some call it biology some call it nature or progressive evolution I call it eviction. I was evicted from my own home, my mom tried to stop it with her tight vaginal walls and minimal strength almost prohibted me from coming out but it had been too late we were too involved now... if she would resist one of us could have died we wouln't take that risk. She squeezed that nurses hand as if pleading for my prolonged stay in her womb her screams were but warnings to me about how she feared the world she was bringing me into,her breath-or lack of showed anxiousness she knew things were about to change and instinctively knew that our bond our 9 month intimate period was about to be threatened and challenged. So I stretched her vaginal walls as if to tell her that each time I caused her trouble it should be nothing considering that kind of pain I made her scream I wanted to stay and we both wanted to be together hence it was so painful when we gave up,she let me out and I agreed,I cried unpleasantly not at the ugly nurses or their crooked smiles but because my reality the reality I had known had been tempered with and it would be messed up for the rest of my life.