The Shortest Story

I am born today

The Sun burns a promise

In my eye

Mama strikes me

And I draw a breath and cry

Above me a cloud

Slowly tumbles through the sky

I am glad, to be alive

It is my seventh day

I taste the hunger

And I cry

My Brother and sister

Cling to Mama's side

She squeezes her breast

But it has nothing to provide

Someone weeps, I fall asleep

It is twenty days today

Mama does not hold me

Anymore

I open my mouth

But I am to weak to cry

Above me a bird slowly crawls across the sky

Why is there nothing

Now to do but die?