I killed my unborn baby.
In a dream that transformed into a nightmare.
He laid upon my arms as I cradled his tiny, fragile body.
His head rested upon my chest.
His cheeks softly pressed against my skin.
Our bodies, were connected as one.
I rocked him ever so gently.
He awakened, suddenly rustling in my arms
diaper full and dirty.
I stood up carrying him to a narrow, never ending hallway that was
He weighed nothing.
As he shrunk unknowingly before my eyes.
I found him inside his over sized diaper.
Drowned and already dead.
His head grotesquely covered in yellow and brown creamy disgusting chunks.
My heart fell silent.
I sensed his breaths gone.
I pressed my lips against his
over and over again.
I tried to exhale my oxygen into him.
I didn’t want to give up
but I stopped.
I stood there right by him
time seemed infinitely far.
There was nothing that mattered anymore.
I felt heavy, sick, lost, weak.
I wanted to scream but
I woke up.