Ha…here is another one I wrote during my Graduate classes…I guess a different take on pregnancy…Hope you enjoy
My body is now foreign to me like an undiscovered frontier.
My chest has erupted like a volcano. I am tired as a dog.
My stomach signals an impending future: where is the bathroom?
My abdomen rips itself apart as it applies for a zip code.
My teenage “beauty” returns as hormones surge: Medusa can’t compare.
My organs are being rearranged as if they were pieces of Jenga.
This organism, this soon to be person, takes over my body.
Like a foreign invader, it leaves its mark.
I am no longer me, but an irrational, paranoid, neurotic servant to another.