They say that labour pain is a more intense version of period pain. That feeling of someone reaching up into you and pulling out your insides through your vagina.
When the pain started today, more than anything, I was relieved. After all it has been months. The cramping was a welcome reminder of my childbearing abilities. A reminder that I am actually fertile.
I was even more relieved when I sat on the toilet and ran my hand between my legs. When my fingers emerged dripping with thick translucent red. Relief. It was a tactile sensory overload. Warm and wet, thick and slick. I enjoyed my blood.
The afternoon began and the pain became someone twisting my insides, hacking at me with blunt razors. Of someone funnelling acid into me and plugging up the hole. Of burning blistered flesh.
This time my hand emerged, dark and chunky. One main chunk. It was a tactile sensory overload. Smooth and shaped, with signs of something harder inside. I squashed it between my fingers; I wiped away the black and red blood.
Biology textbooks and national geographic documentaries flashed through my mind. I dropped it as though it were biting me, hurting me, dangerous to me. I want to say it slips though my fingers but it doesn’t. I almost hurtle it downwards into the murky black-red water.
I forget how long I sat there, staring into that water, before I flushed.
Melissa Vowell
I don’t even know what to say except that i’m glad it’s fiction for you
RichardV
Very powerful, and, sorry to say, true for some.
fleece
visceral. flips tense a bit towards the end.
Loredana Crupi
ooh bloody hell!!
David Meacham
Vivid and well written – it’s going to haunt me all day, at least.
jaffa
another dark, yet emotion pulling piece.
Peter Davidson
strong, confrontation piece.
shaytay
I remember a day like this….only I passed out on the bathroom floor and woke up in a pool of blood…..and I already knew I was expecting…...
Karen Cougan
OMG
Paul Vanzella
you open up an unbelievable mindset and present a written piece stronger than strong…. amazing!
Kates
It’s lunchtime, and I think I’ve just misplaced my appetite.
C.C. Arshagra
... move and shake me, why don’t you?
Damian
A fictional description of some harsh reality.
gordontant
Like Mel said, glad it was fiction
rubyjo
my insides are in a knot after reading this. i know its fiction but it is so vivid.