Happy Birthday


jolted awake
held upside down
in the malodor of a clinical hand.

the green masked monster
lifted me back, intently staring at me.

he wasn’t alone
white clad, a green masked jury
encircled me

a conspiracy brewing in their vicious minds
behind their shadowy eyes…

where is my cocoon?
what have I done to deserve this hell?
hysterical, I screamed.

the evil forces smiled in victory
holding the culprit, awaiting my verdict…
turned to the woman on the bed
sweated out, unsteady…

i am bloodied for a crime, i didn’t commit
i cried, she smiled

benefit of doubt
they cleaned me up
wrapped me in a sheet, swamped with
laundry stink

a dark cloud hovered
held me in his arms
i had never seen him before
he never appeared before
when I cried help
amidst chaos

i jaded a smile

61 thoughts on “Happy Birthday

  1. Just as well none of us can remember our birth. No doubt it would be a traumatic memory. I like the way you portray this though, from the baby’s point of view and as something dark and sinister.

  2. The words move me, as all new life does, but the accompanying image pains me. Nice juxtaposition. A birth should be a happy event, but I guess that depends on what the future for the little guy holds.

  3. Image and words very strong.

    Happy birthday and welcome to your journey on a one way street to death. No one here gets out alive.

    And it doesn’t matter one wit how “wealthy” you may be or what “god” you may worship. We all share the same destination, regardless of what any “religion” may try to sell.

    Just my opinion.

    Consummatum est.

  4. Brought up in a wealthy family? Don’t take this the wrong way – privilege never suited writers. I applaud your view of the world, the fortitude it must have required to not fit into your family mold, and your decision to follow your heart. My apologies if I speak out of place, I have no idea what your relationship is with your family. I sense however that you are forging your own way. For what it’s worth – doing a damn good job of it.

  5. Beautiful! It reminded me of the backwards life cycle:

    You should start out dead and get that out of the way.
    Then, you wake up in an old age home and start feeling better each day.
    You eventually get kicked out for being too healthy.
    Then go and live off your pension for a few years – see the world!
    Then, when you start work, you get a gold watch on your first day.
    You work forty years until you’re young enough to enjoy your retirement.
    Then it’s off to college to drink beer and party! Get ready for High
    You go to primary school, you become a kid , you play.
    You have no responsibilities, you become a baby, and then…
    You spend your last nine months floating peacefully in luxury, in
    spa-like conditions; central heating, room service on tap, larger quarters every day,
    and then,
    you finish off as an orgasm. πŸ™‚

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