Butterflies, birds, snakes and ghosts have moved from their battle in my belly.
They descend upon my bowels now.
I am a mother, I did not think I would be.
Field after mesmerizing field, I discover, the monster within.
I hear air conditioning units twizzling, vehicles outside my window shoveling, and faint and fake instrumentation of every unplugged appliance taunting me to look in on it.
To find that haunting sound.
Telling me that my child is restless.
My child is not restless.
My child is sleeping, while I am diseased with hope.
I am besieged.