Possessive Pronouns

She dreams herself into existence
From the inky black of the cosmos
She wakes
To a warm world of comfort
Of muttered cooing – of OURS.

She flutters toward the strange 
Muffled sounds
Presses her ear outward
But they remain far away
And indistinct

She sleeps
Her room grows smaller
The sounds closer now.
No longer always melodic
And cooing
She plants her foot against the wall
And pushes
Pushes against the YOURS.

The sounds grow more distinct
Louder.
Her room tightens
Her pulse pitches forward 
Away from the OURS and 
Toward the WHOSE.

Something strange
Something new 
Something HIS.

She rests little now
The room unbearably tight
Unbearably small
Unbearably loud.

The room clamps down on her
Forcing her where?
Downward.
Outward

Expelled.
She arrives in a wet gush
Shakes an angry red fist
At this world
At her world.

And claims it
MINE!

v1.0 11/11/09