Trigger warning!

Rusted imprints and bitten cicatrices,
the screams of a violated body muffled in its shudders,
the revulsion that grew, a fetid caricature,
rivalled only by a sustenance for the one within her.
But now it lay cradled in her arms,
the child she hadn't been able to fight to keep alive,
the tears that flow down sting her vision impaired eyes
slowly draining out her life!

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Love,
Pratyusha