Nine Months

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  The beating pulsing everythings of everydays, omnipresent and eternal as it holds me unrelenting, pitch and wet and warm, embraces me, thick and dark and zero g, feeds me, a sci-fi tube pumping liquid life to my core, muffled sounds above and the lightest of pressure, my neighbours live and pulse and maintain all about me, beautiful blood and viscera I can’t see, I kick and squirm a joyful wriggle to a beat I can barely hear until – at last – i feel it coming, a letting go, a release, a vacuum burst and emptied and a splash far below, excitement, terrified and nervous but excitement nonetheless, of a host I know inside and out, a gestation to know one another without ever truly knowing one another until I see it, the tunnel, the light, the world.

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~ by Joseph Blame on January 6, 2011.

2 Responses to “Nine Months”

  1. really nice idea! you can really relate…oddly.

  2. good init

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