MY Colorful Nightmares

Ch. 1 I'm at comfortable low

Child POV

Everyone fears the dark,
But we were all born from it-
The moist, warm walls that caged me,
The thick air that strangled me,
Till I nearly lost it all
Before I began.

Yet I felt comfort.
For I had never seen,
Never known,
Never wanted anything more.
This prison was my home.
Even dogs build dens to die in;
I was no different.

Then, a glimpse of light-
Just a pinhole, shallow,
Drifting through this cave that drowned me.
Outside, a voice, a cry,
A sound like cannon fire
Before the blast.

Who could cause her such pain or maybe she's on the verge of going insane?
I heard her scream,
Raw and wild, her teeth digging deep,
Blood seeping from her clenched hand.

But something,
Some force, pushed me toward that light,
Tearing me from my comfort cage,
The only thing I'd known,
Till walls around me twisted,
Sweeping me out rejecting me
Like dirt from a clean doormat .

Doctor: "She's almost there-keep pushing!"

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Lilith POV

My scream,
Or like a wild cougar who was in heat-
But I felt no pleasure all I felt was pain and less pain from the center of my very being

I clutched the cold metal,
So much like the knife he used,
To damage me, to punish me
For the pain he said I caused him.

But I wonder,
Is the pain I feel now
Anywhere near the pain I once felt?
Is it anything like it?

Pain pulses through my body,
Sharp as the knife that once
Tried to carve me open,
Like a fish on the chopping board-
Already resigned, knowing their fate
Was set in stone.

A fate I wished at a point
The whole world fucking knew,
But ironically,
That very man,
The one who almost ended my existence,
Is helping me bring this new soul,
Clouded in darkness within me,
Into the light of the world.

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My breaths came quick,
Raw, torn from my throat-
The lungs I was so proud of,
The lungs I have forsaken
From every puff of smoke I've taken,
As the room blurred.

The antiseptic smell filled my senses,
Harsh and sterile,
Contrasting the warm, wet reality of birth.
I fought against the memories searing through my mind,
But each time, it broke me into pieces-
Like the vase I killed
By knocking it off the shelf.

The redness in my face now
Reminds me of my mother's enraged face,
Over the vase that I killed out of curiosity now curse from the pain of mother's animosity she left me scars rivaling
The ones from this very man
Who stands next to me now.

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Life is strange-
He, the one who scarred me,
Now, somehow, the one I need
To help bring this soul into the light.

Andrea: "Quit screaming so damn loud. I wish you would scream this loud as when we were having fun making the damn thing.

Just think of the money-we'll finally be able to pay off our debt, and everything will be smooth sailing after that.

So just focus on giving birth to it; otherwise, you'll have a rude awakening back home, and not just from me."

Lilith: (The woman's voice came in a whisper.) "Right, I'm sorry. I'll quiet down now."

Doctor: "The child's been in there for too long. If it's left in there any longer, it will suffocate."

Andrew: "This is your fault, you know. You could have had a happy future with how well you were doing in college and track, but now you're just some regular, ordinary slut on the streets.....