Fetus by Corey Toomey
Amniotic fluid, my only water
Mother’s embrace, my bath water
Maternal warmth, my ocean water
20 years since the first day
20 years since the awakening day
Time has rolled on and away
Paper-thin armor can’t keep me in
My guard is down without a guardian
Corrupted child, expose thee of sin!
Grown fetus, a sputtering fire
Static bubble, a protective fire
Swirling darkness, a combustive fire!
Blistered feet to tattered shoes
Supple skin to a deep black bruise
Lifeless songs to the sweet, sweet blues
50 years, how the time has gone…
Can’t be a shriveled infant, when I’m gone…
Spit in my face, polish my steel, and test my brawn
Eyes up and ahead, at the cerulean air!
Shoulders back, massaged by the guiding air!
Smiling mouth, drink in this cold, clean air!
Corey Toomey 
Lovely poem, Corey – I had to read it a couple of times – enjoyed it.
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Thank you. I had to fix it a little bit. The change in tone was too jarring and abrupt.
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