Birth
It was her I blame for what she did to me; she was responsible for everything that happened and will happen to me. I remember when she first whispered in my thoughts like they were my ears.
“I am the one for your emergence and separation from the body of your mother that is going to happen.”
“Who are you?” I thought from deep within the one who tendered me.
“It was my act that will bring you forth.” She whispered back, she was reading my thoughts.
“Now nameless one, her opening is ready for you, now!” she screamed
“Who are you” my thoughts spoke again, as I was trying to struggle my way out of my Mother’s opening.
“It is I, who brings forth the one to be born; that which is produced. I am known as the beginning by many … I am birth! I am the time when something begins” she said screaming within my mind, as I took my first breath gasping for air
I was chocking, struggling and gasping - suspended in mid air, drenched and dripping with my mother’s seep I was howling and she cried in my ears again “shriek!Keep the howl going, the years of misery that lay before you nameless one await you
And then the sound of madness in the room ,as her faint voice disappears from my mind it was the last time I heard of her.
By Lisbon Ferro
