womb womb nothing but the room, blinking blue in a sigh of blooming and blossoming blood in water, like watercolour, bleeding in 3D across my palms and forehead.  Headache.  Quilted silence over the chilly stars watching ever watchful upon the ether creeping crawling and serenading you the cactus boy with no hope and no joy until each pops and burns and the silence makes you choke and contract and explode and burn inside,blood worms and squirms smiling cactus boy