PEACHES

He knew nothing but blackness and feeling. Emotions where still foreign to him, but bodily feeling was not. There was the softness of skin and fluid about him. There was sometimes discomfort, felt from the being that held him and a tightness about him that made him long to stretch out. He was perhaps the one who gave his mother the most problems. Constantly stretching out, kicking against the lining of her stomach. If she bore bruising from her pregnancy, there was a high chance that he was the one who put it there.



When at last there came the sense of movement, and a strange light that gingerly tore against the blackness of all he knew he would find his way towards it. He would be the first to find his way out, to be pushed roughly through the exit and blinking into the cold and wide world beyond. There was noise, and light behind the blackness but all of this meant nothing to him. He felt himself fully pulled free, his cord that connected him to his mother snapped. More then this, he felt himself freed of fluid for the first time in his life. He was licked clean and found himself immensely enjoying the feeling of that rough tongue against him. This all completed he found himself hungering. He squirmed, some instinct propelling him but instead he was gently seized by the neck and moved. He felt indignation, and cried out his complaints. He wanted food, he wanted to full his belly. This was denied to him as commotion happened around him. He did not know that he was waited for his other siblings to be born. Instead he curled up about himself and cried out his complaints to the world.


"Speech"