Frown lines

birth

God stared down at the sight,

oh how his lips turned up in delight.

It made God happy, the gift of a child,

yet still he wondered,

 why she would not smile.

The woman watched the blood drip slowly down her thighs,

a need to swallow every ounce up as a distraction from this lie,

Childbirth, some cause for celebration?

What a fucking miscommunication.

For she did not want this baby, yet so close it came,

the head, the chest, the body, just a noun for shame

The finale was here, was this really it?

She lay her head back, screaming at the admit.

God was confused, why the sudden bore?

Did this new generation view labour as a chore?

What ungrateful sin one could reward,

pslam 127: 'behold, children are a gift of the Lord.'

Something was wrong, the doctors gave her that look,

her husband was swept out, with him her child he took

Nurses squeezing her hand, telling her everything will be alright,

Yet she could feel no pain, see no cause for fright.

But the blood.

The blood, once a droplet, now turned to a sea

Climbing up to her neck, dragging her deep into the marine.

Where one would experience panic, she sensed final peace,

swimming with her thoughts, the blinding lights of the world ceased.

Farther she ventured, till there was nothing but black,

something appeared here which the outside realm lacked.

Though nothing was seen, the woman knew it was there,

pushing through the abyss, forgetting the need for air.

But her adventure was paused, the path was blocked,

with this, the woman was forced to a stop.

His anger blazed as he climbed through the blood,

what a waste of time, what a useless flood!

With a thrust of his hands he let he let his feelings free,

the opening of her ocean, the parting of the red sea.

The woman stared up at the creature, for he was the monster of the skies,

the answer was towering over her, glaring down into her eyes.

Through the encounter of the being, the woman knew she was dead,

she could explain the philosophical question, for what does lie ahead?

He was standing infront of her, the entity a God,

The heavens were watching her, for purgatory is odd.

'Just answer me this once, above or below?'

Oh how God frowned, his confusion on show,

'The time is not yet, your fate has forever lied,

This ending is not set, your baby you must provide.'

The woman grabbed to his robe, begging to stay

'Do not send me back, oh let me live this way.'

But just like that, the entity was gone,

it's funny how life is, for people are just the pawn.

Back to her ocean, the woman plunged in,

but the hands stopped her, thrusting her up to her sin.

She was not to return back to her marine,

instead she was to wake up beside the beeps of a machine.

The doctors cheered! For the woman was awake,

easily fooled into thinking this was their win to take.

Back to the blood, piling up on her thigh,

but it was different this time, it was completely dry.

Still happy, the doctors handed her her baby,

wanting to see a smile appear on her lips, just maybe?

The woman stared down at her daughters guilty face,

this was what God wanted, a mother to keep the grace.

Bullshit.

The doctors stepped back, fear draining their minds,

this was not the love known to have bind.

No, this was an entirely different state,

for the mother was filled with nothing but hate.