Dying in the Womb

obscure were the
tight laughing words
that brought you here
and it was chilly then,
skin crawling when
the big moon smiled in
through thin curtains
hiding palm trees
and warm wind
a fire was lit by that window
again and again
where you always sat,
and you were startled
to see you walk in,
(even the mirrors
blinked
back then)
and you were
nervous,
a destructive dream
nervous,
a feathered bird
with no nest
instinct-lost,
unaware of
where to begin,
forgetting you could fly
before the monsters
closed in

copyright 2006 August Hess
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