I want to eat what you eat;
Breathe the same air you breathe;
Be thrust inside your womb–
Nurtured from your intake.
I will dispel toxins from your blood;
Kick you gently when you need
The extra motivation; curl myself
Into a ball and warm you from the inside.
You will feel me, heavy like a stone,
But you will not be weighed
Down by my presence. I will be as another
Pair of lungs, another stomach; a part
Of you that is apart from you, yet attached
By an invisible bond, a cord stretched between
The distance that separates you from I.
A. J. Hayes
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