It's water broke.
The head is crowning, breeching.
The contractions spew and force the beast to scream.
She claws her skin in agony.
Prepared to rip the it out of her if need be.
It dilates.
Her screams become wails.
Her existance fades as it absorbs it out of her.
Her blackened coat starts to shimmer.
The fiber in her being wants to birth it but her raging, gluttonous, sadistic heart wants to smother and control it some more.
She pushes it back in. Her vagina contracts and drags it back inside.
She can't let it get away.
She needs the attention, the sympathetic words. She needs to be a liability. She can't be by herself. She's nothing.
It is suffocating.
To breath
To live
To be it.
It becoming one with her is dying.
She contracts. It pushes further.
To mediate.
To reflect.
To grow.
It defies her.
Life is here.
