placenta stew

yawn.

there's nothing left of me.

spread transparently over every inch from here to philadelphia, yet utterly undetectable.

the nestling has taken over, its brain my body's ultimate priority.

all else: mere crumblings, trifling trivialities that will scarcely leave their mark.

compared to this, all pales. this is the biggest thing there is, all 0.8 miniscule fractional ounces of it.

this, after all, is life. this is breath, pulsating red and swishy.