A Prayer From A Womb

I pray that I'm not born

Please kill me off

I don't want to enter this world

Where every face is a mask

Worn by monsters who wait

To tear my body and soul apart

Till I'm made an irreparable mess.

Please don't curse me to be born

For I do not have the strength

To endure things so vicious

From those hungry predators

Waiting for my feet to slip

So that they can feed on me

And satiate their thirst for power

Yours sincerely,

Your daughter from your womb.