Wretched Stagnant Blood

Soaking wet in rancid fetor Initiation of pointless life Fighting through lose tissue To impregnate the lungs with air Unborn killing the mother to seek life Womb inner walls reduced to shreds Contractions swell hemorrhaging Around the fragmenting tumorous mass Still living inside the dying carcass Immersed in wretched stagnant blood Decrepit mother life bled out of her The comforting wish to see her child A futile dream, her legs lay still Extended, divaricated but corpselike Eyes fixed on a spray of brown droplets Trailed along the gray walls of the ward Loosing focus as she's drained of life Behind the masking smell of disinfectant A morbid odor brews: wretched stagnant blood Tiny prisoner evading the death bound confinement Twisting and churning finding anchor through the scraps Gripping hands tugging at the fragile form Emerging enshrouded in wretched stagnant blood Amid resounding tortured screams Void eyes go blind as she surrenders to her fate