Labor

The powder she fed me was rotten.

At night my body convulses and cramps.

My stomach is so tight, I welcome the vomit because it allows me a moment to breathe… yet I don't cry.

When I realize how bad the powder was, I drew forth my energy and surrounded my tiny digestive tract.

My body works overtime to try and detox the bacteria, but it causes the stomach to my small intestine to poison.

I started to condense my energy around the area that was having issues processing the dried bread and spoiled milk.

Forcing it through,  expelling a bout of a foul odor that made me wince.

Although I got rid of most of the food by applying pressure to areas of my stomach, pancreas, and small intestines I could still sense the poison spreading.

Starting a whole new bout of dry heaving and cramping.

It seems as if I still made a noise because I was picked up and cleaned, along with my area.

I was placed back in the crib, I assume the older girl had done this, I can't see and wasn't willing to send my senses out to check.

When I was placed back in the crib, I immediately started to take deep breaths, but instead of letting my energy ball absorb it and strengthen itself, I let it pour into my body, soothing my aching organs, and allowing me a moment of rest.

'Still better than being a rock' I chuckle as I focus on getting the right ratio of energy to the right places, I don't want to overload any organs.

I notice that my organs are thicker, which allows for more blood to be processed through the organs and arteries which are more robust than an earthling.

It allowed for higher blood pressure, coupled with the thick and elastic organs there was no dryness of thirst or fatigue that was associated with any of those symptoms of high blood pressure.

The most fascinating thing was when energy from the atmosphere floods my respiratory symptoms, it acts as a natural stimulant for my body from my white blood cells all the way to my major organs, especially the brain.

It felt like It was more than just a boost to the endorphins I could process all my thoughts faster, and although I could not control my limbs properly, I could make that connection quicker.

I still couldn't sit up, but I could stop myself from jerking my head around, and flailing my arms which after six months I am still prone to do.

After a round of absorption, I stopped not wanting to affect the area around me, and went to sleep.

Waking up the next day I was pulled out of bed both the little girl and the older girl were looking at me like I was weird when they lifted me.

I don't know what it is, but I don't care as long as they leave me alone, and feed me when it was needed.

I smile bitterly when I am taken out to the makeshift kitchen while it was still dark and fed that disgusting powder again but this time, she added water from a stone barrel turning it into a white goop.

I isolate it with my shimmer and allow my organs to process what they can.

I hold it in, not wanting to attract any attention to myself, I am sure a baby who poops the food it is directly fed would arouse suspicion.

I was placed back in my crib which was adjacent to a window that I could not look out of because it is too high but still allows light.

When the red gleam of the sunrise comes peaking, I expel my waste and wait to be cleaned.

It doesn't take long, I was cleaned along with my area which still smelled like dung.

It looks like I was sleeping on a few pillows in a makeshift crib, much lower quality than the one in the brothel.

I am changed by the little girl, and for the first time, I get a good look at her.

She was gorgeous even by my dilapidated worldview, I was stunned by her features hidden behind a mess of tangled back hair.

She had the lightest brown eyes, that seemed as if they were placed perfectly apart from each other.

Her lips were full and slender, naturally rosy, although she is tanned.

Her face is covered by her tangled hair all the time.

It gives her a much lighter complexion allowing for her blush to create a natural glow.

She was a young beauty, I am unmoved.

I am hundreds of eons-old now seeing all the life, and death in all my ecosystems makes me appreciate life and death, specifically my life.

After being cleaned I am placed in a slender makeshift basket that the older girl wore like a backpack, and taken outside.

I see other children coming outside from the houses, some of the older ones carrying babies.

The oldest one was a boy who seemed around ten or eleven.

I couldn't peg the rest of anyone else's age, but it ranged from babies that can hold their heads up like me, to that lanky ten-year-olds.

They all started making their way to the stalks of tall red grass, chatting with each other as they do.

When they get near, I notice equipment laying around, and the older children started grabbing the machetes and taller blades, while the younger ones brought around the carts.

They built a chain and the older ones started cutting while passing it back to the younger children, who tied it with a rope made from the same red grass.

It is placed onto the cart while another child pushes the cart back to the center of the cul-de-sac.

This is child labor.