The Womb

                                                                Picture: Google

I was born
with a child
in my womb.

Nine lives
and the child
was out-

out in the world,
purring.
I was proud.

I hurried
with showing
him about-

the child
saw it all
and purred wild,

left me
in a bout
of surprise.

His eyes
crawled back
when

he was ten.
His mouth
found home

then.
I locked them up,
I buried

them-
I have them now
in a tomb.

Long ago, I was
born with a child
in my womb.