It began with everything.
Is that missing finger a souvenir?
Are those rotten teeth a parting gift?
Pus from the infection. Covet this mass.
Can something be gained?
The nerves die. The muscles cut.
Was it everything you hoped for?
This shell wrinkled and broken. Did you win?
This mind frail and lost. Are you glad?
Those tiny fingers pulsing. This warmth.
This soft beginning. This worn leathery ending.
Have I done justice bringing you into this world?
The cycle, never broken. Forgotten entanglements.
Thankful damnation.
