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oneiria
oneiria
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I

I was born
under a spinning black hole,

ripped untimely
from my mother’s womb.

They showed her
the starburst birthmark on my right hand

just before she passed,
collapsing upon the bed,

her silky hair
splayed upon the sheets,

her fingers touching mine,
as the silence took her.

II

To survive,
we had to regenerate the females,

injecting the nanobots into each man after mating,
transforming them for our use,

chaining them to the bed,
their limbs parted while we took them.

And so I rode her naked back,
felt her buttocks rise as I entered her,

kissing her soft hair as I
covered her hands with mine,

both marked with the same
sign of Cain,

as I poured my seed into her,
licking her ears and slender neck

as I emptied my balls
for the last time.

III

The nanobots
hurt far less than the women claim

as they poured into
my bloodstream,

transforming me,
readying my hips for the onslaught,

growing my breasts
to fulfill their charge.

And so
they chained me,

my legs splayed
my hands shackled,

as the young man entered
my newfound passage,

his cock
filling me with its might,

his hands covering mine,
the right

carrying my own birthmark,
as he fucked me brutally,

licking my ears and neck,
cupping my breasts

as he shot his seed
deeply within me,

collapsing on me as they
carried him away

to begin
his transformation.

IV

He came early,
and they had to extract him

roughly from my womb.
They held him up to show me

the starburst birthmark on his hand,
my very own hand,

as I rushed into the welcoming silence
of the singularity.

oneiria
oneiria
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SweetOblivionSweetOblivionover 12 years ago
Imaginative

but, though relevant, I'm not sure borrowing a famous phrase directly from Shakespeare's Macbeth necessarily adds to the piece. S.O.

greenmountaineergreenmountaineeralmost 13 years ago
Powerful

But disturbing. It made me think of the anti-Christ myth, but perhaps my imagination got the best of me.

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