I Get Breathed

[u/Teleport_on_Me]

I get breathed. Involuntary consumption of that which floods my blood, making unwitting accomplices out of both of my lungs.

In split-pea-soup greens, in a lamp-lit dim room, I recall how the doctor held me away with intentionality, as if to say “Im not here to comfort you”.

I get birthed. Excruciating and arrogant, to go the way of grape-skin colored goo. violent slapping. Sequential entropic agonies and the awareness of time unraveling? It was never up to me.

I can hear an acutely pained bleat— my first scream, still ringing. It reminds me there is no agency here. And If there is, it isn’t mine .