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The babies didn’t cry, the endless chemicals pumped into the labs stopped that. Those for the movement used this as an argument that what was carried out was painless, but it was far from.
They’d run out of animals. Maybe the torment they’d been put through was enough to drive them away, and they’d all died out of sheer exasperation at their own existence. The people wondered what to do next. How would they know whether their shampoo would make their eyes sting? Whether their make up was safe? Whether their perfume would irritate their skin?
Babies had been the obvious choice. They were so many unwanted births going on up and down the world, and the human population was ever increasing. It was sensible really. Only… There weren’t as many unwanted babies as they thought.
So they’d set up the birthing suites. The “suite” was little more than a box room, decked in tubes and wiring, where un-expectant mothers soon found themselves expecting… expecting it all to end soon, at least. The governments paid a certain secret company to round up any solitary women, anyone who wouldn’t be missed to partake in their experiments. All they had to do was provide the meat. A woman would be kept just alive enough to allow her to grow a baby, and then nine months later would give birth to a soundless, motionless, but very much alive, baby. And then the whole process would start again.

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Catherine picked over the streets; she was so concentrated she didn’t see the figures approaching her. As the shadows fell over her back, she turned and glanced upwards. The last thing she saw were the hands coming towards her.

Tubes. Lots of tubes. Tubes coming out of the wall. Tubes coming out of me. Out of my stomach, out of my wrists, out of my head. Thick tubes leading to my abdomen. Thin tubes coming out of my chest.
Is that my heart beating? I don’t know… I don’t… Remember?
“Insemination beginning” came a strange voice I had never heard before. I feel the tubes around me pumping me with liquids. My eyes won’t shut, they’re just staring, staring at all the tubes.
The sensation is ending. I hear beeps as I drift in and out of conscious. I feel as if I’m floating, carried upon an endless stream of water. And then I feel myself letting it slip. I’m falling unconscious.

“Why don’t you just answer the question?” Snapped the irate interviewer.
“I have already given you a sufficient answer, Miss. We need this research, we need our experiments. Without it we would not have the cure for cancer, we would not have the cure for AIDS, millions of people are alive today because of this research.”
“But is it, or is it not true that the cure for cancer is highly unreliable when injected into an adult human. Many people have died from it… in fact” the interviewer looked down at a piece of paper “only a handful of people survived.”
“That is a mere conspiracy theory.” Shrugged the other man.
“And the stories of hundreds of women going missing? Is this completely unrelated.”
The man spat furious indignation “How dare you! The police are doing all they can to find this evil group of individuals. To even suggest that the government has anything to do with it is… is...”
Perfectly true. But those who suggested it went missing. The interviewer came home two weeks later to find her husband dead, and a group of evil individuals waiting for her.



I feel myself waking again. Pain. Absolute immense pain, it’s filling my mind with a blank white sheet. It rips, a line of blood runs. I realise I am giving birth. I see visions, fleeting, as the pain cuts through. Endless halls of still infants, their heartbeats beating a horrific rhythm in my brain. Somewhere in my brain a door opens in my brain and a single lyric, I always found painful to think about began echoing round and round the empty corridors of my body “In the bloodbath of birth… in the bloodbath of birth… in the bloodbath of birth…. In the bloodbath… of birth… birth…. birth... birth...”
And everything was black again.

“Breaking news; world leaders of the world are arrested as the truth behind the new vivisection regulations is uncovered. Thousands of women found in so called “baby farms. The nightmare years are over.”

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--------------------------------------------------------------------------"LALALALALA, I'm a little bitty baby splashing in the water". *kick*
*punch*.
Wait just a minute what's with the this contraction crap?
Tighten, release.Tighten release.Will this constant squeezing ever stop, already? Sheesh, I feel like I'm a piece of dough being kneaded into a loaf of bread.
I liked it so much better when I was able to sleep, unaware of the bright light that seems to be getting closer and closer every second. Oh, oh I got myself turned into a little knot too. I can't kick so well anymore.This is getting less fun by the minute.
It's so warm in here. I wish it wasn't getting so cramped. Gonna find myself lookin for new digs here soon. I can feel it, ya know?
Am I slipping? Am I being pushed?" Hey, you, knock it off out there would ya"?A girl needs her beauty sleep. Enough of this tighten-release bit. It hurts.
Oh my Gosh! Looks like moving day got here sooner than I thought it would.
Woah, "WEEEEEEEEEE", kinda slippery and that light is sooo bright. Kind of nice. Looks like it's almost as warm as it is in here.
Oh my, its kinda getting colder. "EEEk, where did my body go"? My head is stickin out from here but where are my toes, and my buuuuuuutttttttttttt. Hold on, ooooooh tight squeeze but I'm seeing my shoulders again. Must be a good sign.
"Who are you dumbo in the white mask?""WaaaaaaWaaaWaaa". Where am I? This is a lot bigger place but its so cold. "I want to go hoommmmmmmmmmmme".
Umm, hold that thought."This is nice". I know that voice .It sang to me and talked to me while I was in there. I am so tired and hungry, but your arms feel safe. You're going to take care of me forever aren't you.

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If it looks like a skunk and smells like a skunk, it aint no kitty cat......

Sorrow rushes away with night
Past regrets dissolve into the stars
I dance under the pale moonlight
I’m no longer the bearer of my scars

The shadows disperse in my hand
The foundations of yesterday fade away
I crawl to my feet and stand
The seams of completion fray

Golden clouds swirl on the horizon
I’ve felt death times a thousand
This is the first time hope was breathed unto me
And I was able to touch all that could be

In your eyes I witness a new beginning
A vindication to start living
This is the first time dawn’s light touched my skin
And its today I begin

You made me realize
That all was not as it seemed
Now I idealize all that will be
A reality from what I had always dreamed

Darling you are my origin
And will forever be the reason
For my changing seasons
My ignorance birthed our freedom

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My Space My Stuff

Teardrops forming;
Teardrops falling;
Teardrops are,
The essence of this life now.

Naked and oblivious,
I find myself pulled into another world.

And shrieking out a thousand words,
In a thousand unformed languages.
Pleasure and pain;
Rhyme and reason…

Was there ever sufficient reason?

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Attempting to crawl;
Attempting to stand,
And learning to fall.

Fearlessly,
I step into my new world.

Step by step,
Unsteady feet bring me closer to my end.
…

Or perhaps it is only the beginning.

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You used to keep me locked up in your words.
I was tormented by your touch,
and I feared the feel of your breath..
warm on my neck.

Tears were no longer helpful-
the night no longer a comfort.
All that kept me going,
were the words of the judge...
''two years''.
Two slow passing years.
So much had happened.
So much was to happen.

Finally, I was out.
As I walked through the gates,
no longer restrained..
I realised.
A different girl is walking out
than the one who walked in two years before

I was reborn.

But I knew you were still behind bars.
And unlike me,
you were not going to be reborn.
You were slowly dying.
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YES. but not with you.

A burden stands before you

To give life to another; your life
To grow, to live, to love, to die
The decision is yours

Your choice is of consequence

Leave all your memories behind
To begin anew, afresh, alive
The decision is difficult

To decline is to waste away
Into sadness, loneliness, emptiness
To die again, a death of spirit

To accept is to see the world
From the eyes of another
Your eyes.

Are you willing?

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Birth

If almost like a nightmare, a screaming wind shook the trees, whipping our faces and hitting the ashes of the unowned fire. The dark scorching pieces of element were cradled in the rush. We ducked behind the prtective trees, but still kept watch on the scene infront of our dinner plate eyes. The small tornado of ashes in the clearing smoldered and rekindled. the wind whipped and whistled the flames, almost half-dancing with them, but never putting them out. Sorcha backed away from her tree slightly, in fear it might catch fire. But even the leaves, that shot with the wind, diving in and through the hungry red flames, stayed green and crisp. I stood bended behind the oak, my back aching from the great weight in my bag, Ik new it was coming on midnight. But I couldn't leave to find my way back, I was transfixed.

A screeching voice, in a way beautiful as frightening, echoed through the area. It was cracking and seemed new to this world. As we looked around for an answer or being of this call, the bright tornado began to lose it's high speed, the wind out of energy. It stopped completely but there was still some feirce ashes curling in the wind, black once more. Sorcha grabbed me by the jumper, her hands sweaty, and taking my hair with it in the process, yanked me over to her side. She looked at the dying fire, unmoving. Well at least I thought it was fire, but it wasn't just that. A small animal peaked at us fearfully from it's bed of ashes through the dark air, it's skin pink with an orange tint. It screeched and screamed, obviously afraid of this huge nightly woods. I held my breath, unable to believe what I saw. For I saw the birth of something mythical. The pheonix.

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...the children of chernobyl...

Young one,
Come to us and see
All the flowing wonders
Growing in this tree

Naïve one,
Touch our leaves
Unfurl the wrinkles
And feel us breathe

Bitter one,
Try our kindness
Dry your tongue outside
And taste our sweet kisses

Eager one,
Hearken to our sayings
Through silent summer breeze
You'll hear the patient sighing

First one,
Open your hand to us
Take this faint scent
That vents something delicious

Lonely one,
Slide your fingers into the dirt
Give us your care, give us your life
And witness the beauty of birth