grow up

cut from my belly; torn from my womb
you and i were in distress
you weren't breathing so i stopped, too
strapped down, crucified by restraints
even the doctor seemed panicked
rushing precisely with a scalpel
bloody rags on the floor
please breathe
finally, a tiny cry that swelled my heart
my guts on the outside were tucked and sewn back in
thank god you were okay
but what do you mean you don't feel like cleaning your room