The hum of pepe stew

My hunger grows while

I ingest tasteless fluid

Wishing to emerge

swim towards the waves of light

Unwanted darkness

a muffled conversation

Distorted echoes

familiar alien

voices vibrations

I punch her repeatedly

in the abdomen

to create a worn pillow

Immerse myself in

a sack of living tissue

Lucid and free from the womb

At last she will give

me a name