Baby Tree

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic

Baby Tree

In the morning, a quarter after one,
I slit the throat of my newborn son.
His blood spilled forth onto the ground
and I buried him in my yard, where he couldn’t be found.

But when I woke in the morning, I saw a small tree
growing where I buried my dead baby.
The tree bore fetuses instead of fruits
and had umbilical cords in place of roots.

Trimesters passed, embryotic sacs sagged,
branches with babies overladen dragged
all over the ground until they were torn
from their placentas, and thus they were born.

Babies crawled blindly, searching for a breast
from which they could suckle and afterwards rest.
But there was no milk, none could be found,
so the babies just lay still on the ground.

I buried them alive, it wasn’t so hard,
and when I woke the next morning to see more trees in my yard,
I killed those babies all over again
and that’s how my baby farm business began.

Submitted: September 01, 2018

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