In the womb, this stranger was strange to the body that held it. Not sharing. Taking. She was a parasite, stealing blood and air and food. She shoved bones and organs aside to eat and grow. To take over. She was the center of all she knew. In the womb, she knew two objects cannot exist in the same space. It was a fight for life. It was her life. She would let her mother fall, let her mother die, so that she could arrive. She was not innocent. She was a fiend.
published in Scuzzbucket
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