Analysis of The Unborn

By hand, you led my naked body, as we ran, to mind

The first healthy organ we were able find.

With a 1 2 3 and a wee, we jumped wistfully as the

Three collided with such amazing grace and brutality.

Our crash landed us amidst a mischievous brew of warm

And red, partially solidified, pungent steamy gew.

We sloshed playfully around and loquaciously through.

As the blood grew thick, encrusting our youthful skin,

I grew painfully tired and my breath grew quite thin.

I sought refuge in the wound of this desecrated womb,

Only to remain guilty, abandoned and dead in its tomb.