Mother tastes sweet. 


I shift deep in her womb as she caresses her belly. 


The physical touch pleases me as my fingers graze the edge of the uterus, my nails scratching the surface. Blood oozes from the contact. The crimson liquid spills onto my fingers and I raise them to my lips. I nestle deeper inside her.


The taste of copper pleases me. I savour the flavour as it spills across my tongue, ingesting the sweetness.


I don't have teeth yet to bite through the flesh but I gnaw on what my mouth comes into contact with. I can feel the unease from Mother s she runs a hand over her small belly. I claw at her skin from the inside, wanting out and ready for birth. I kick and shift in the womb causing Mother more pain than I intended. 


Despite her pain I can feel her love. The way butterflies attack her belly, the swell of her heart and how it beats for me. It makes me sick.