A Baby Born
by Me
I thought I was a baby child,
wrapped in swaddling clothes.
A tiny treat to fret upon,
a glory to behold.
It’s then I looked down at my toes
and saw that they were webbed.
Tiny spikes of cloven bone
protruded from my head.
My breath it smelled of sulfer
my skin it had turned red
And I looked up to see the sun
and found out I was dead.
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