I should not

have been born.

I should have been

a dream forgotten,

set aside.

A split from

this timeline.

A what if?

A footnote

in my family

tree.

I was the thing that made

my mother morning-sick.

I was the thing that

nearly killed her

upon arrival.

Or maybe I was

the thing she

sacrificed to stay

alive.

But was it worth it?

I lived, but

there would be

a price.