Swollen bulging of the flanks, enter the surgery, she's terrified.
The gas sends her to sleep, the surgeon summons tools.
His scalpel blade pierces the womb, reach in with cold hands.
The stench of neoplasm and ascites taints the air as the rotten fluid spills to the floor.
With a steady grip he pulls it free, begins squealing at the foul creation.

Wakes in a dark room, her womb is hollow, fingers the stitches,
screams with a dry throat "Where is my baby"
Frantically searching, running through the hallway, clutching her stomach, leaking blood.
Motherly instincts draw her to back room, she finds her newborn, in a jar.
Smashes the glass on the floor, cradles her child tenderly, wraps up the beast in a towel.
They flee the hospital.

Her stitches split, the cold kiss of wind, it freezes her bitter tears, bare feet bleed.

Kissing mutated cells, the nursery still smells of paint, they settle in safe in their home.
Her breast is exposed, she presents to jagged teeth, her mammaries are dry as a bone,
keep forcing till her nipples bleed, failure to thrive.
She feels rejected, she's failed, she pats the infants wispy hair,
strands long and thinning, grey and patchy, sprouts from the lesion.

Veins on the outside, visibly missing epidermal tissue, transparent film holds liquid in.
A tangled maze of muscle and sinew, undeveloped lung exposed. She gently rocks it,
sweetly she kisses its brow, starts singing softly.
Sirens are closing in, frantically she paces the room, she screams at the windows,
"Leave us alone, please don't take my baby"

Cowers in the corner weeping, takes a knife, drives the blade into the muscle riddled flesh,
slashing at her wrists, she's drained of life. Authorities enter the room,
Find dead woman clutching tumour.