I feel a knockin'
at my uterus' door;
a faint tap tap tapping
that I used to ignore.
"Who goes there?"
I ask intrigued.
Children marching by,
the unsown seed.
"Act quickly
and save your progeny
before you whither
in silent ignominy."
My smile widens to a leer,
a cackle comes forth;
"A childless future,
what have I got to fear?"
"Bite your tongue"
a voice advises
as crimson waves
break on my palate.