There is a creature inside of me
Clawing at my stomach walls.
If it keeps up scratching, then maybe
It will scratch itself free.
The claw will protrude from somewhere just above my navel
Splitting the flesh with symmetric precision.
I imagine the blood
Blooming on my shirt like an exotic flower;
I writhe exquisitely as the creature
Climbs from my abdomen and into the world.
Never were there such lovely birthing pains.
Now the creature is free
And I lie on the ground like a picture
Red, chafed lips
Contrasting aesthetically with pale skin,
Sweat-drenched hair curling like a Renaissance painting.
And suffering is right
And pain is a blessing.
My agony is beautiful
Because I deserve it.