Fetus-in-fetu
Some days start like this.
A dread comes from nowhere
and for no reason.
It lingers in the stomach,
gripping hard.
Hours pass and nothing happens
except the grip tightens
into the smallest fist
shrinking to nothing.
Parasite or twin?
Monster or brother?
We grow unequally.
No long bones
no hair
just tiny fingers
with the uncut nails
squeezing tighter.
A dread comes from nowhere
and for no reason.
It lingers in the stomach,
gripping hard.
Hours pass and nothing happens
except the grip tightens
into the smallest fist
shrinking to nothing.
Parasite or twin?
Monster or brother?
We grow unequally.
No long bones
no hair
just tiny fingers
with the uncut nails
squeezing tighter.
posted by Clare Dudman at 11:45 pm
2 Comments:
mmm. Dark and surprising with some great imagery. I can relate to that idea of 'another other' a shadow of myself, an alternative me, a twin that doesn't see the light of day ... well, that's what this tiny but perfectly-formed poem says to me anyway.
Thanks CB. It started out with this feeling of angst that I sometimes get and somehow takes over my day... and then kind of merged with the idea of the twin.
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