“Aquarium”
by Sydney Leigh
They say a water birth is the most natural way to deliver a child. I was in this alone all along, and don’t need anyone else now, either. I feel weight bearing down and know you are ready. The water turns red and you are loosed; but your skin is too smooth and my hands fail to grasp you. The surface breaks as you come up for air, baring your sharp-toothed reptilian smile before diving back down and returning to the darkness. I clench my teeth as you make your way back home, back inside me, back where you belong.
