Mama, here it comes.
I know you can't see through eyes so glassy,
but please try.
Just once.
For me.

Mama,
will you hold me tight?
Protect me from what's to come.
Shield me,
wrap me up with your love.
Brush my hair 100 times,
come on, I'll count with you.
Just like we used to
before the world turned upside down.
It might be gone before we even reach 99.

Mama,
I know you can't hear through ears so deaf,
but please listen to me anyway.
It's here now, mama, do you hear me?
It's here and it isn't leaving.

Mama,
I know you can't love with a heart so guarded,
so broken,
but please try to love me
just one more time.
I need it more than ever now.

Mama,
it's gone now.
I fought it off with my own two hands,
scratched it ****** with my nails
(bitten short just like yours.)

Mama,
aren't you proud of your girl?
This thing you have created?
This manifestation of 9 painful months,
9 clean months,
9 months untouchable by the monster.

Okay, mama,
I have to go now.
I am leaving.
I know you can't speak through a throat so clogged up with apologies you just never got a chance to say,
so I'll say goodbye for the both of us.