Mary E. Lowd - Birthing Class (Lyrics)

Based on Mary E. Lowd's short story "Birthing Class" from her anthology "Hot Chocolate for the Unicorn and Other Flights of Fancy". Album playlist: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLFfCjUQtsQpmk7lac1bNchiGauf4MCTwN Listen on All Platforms (vol.1): https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/maryelowd/hot-chocolate-for-the-unicorn-and-other-flights-of-fancy-volume-1 Listen on All Platforms (vol.2): https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/maryelowd/hot-chocolate-for-the-unicorn-and-other-flights-of-fancy-volume-2 Read the story: https://deepskyanchor.com/birthing-class/ Read the book: https://marylowd.com/books/other/#hot-chocolate-for-the-unicorn More music: https://marylowd.com/music Lyrics: Pink sunset on the spires in the distance They grow while we diminish in their shade I signed the forms with trembling resistance And felt the pseudopod begin its trade The taste of brine still haunts me in the darkness The way it wrapped around and held me tight Everyone says it felt like flying, starless But I just felt it stealing my last fight Beautiful, they whisper Beautiful, they say While something writhes inside me And takes my thoughts away They're building us a future In those towering heights But I can smell the perfume That's rewriting what's right The video showed a woman smiling, grateful Tears in her eyes for what they took from her Most of them can't wait to be faithful While I just sit and stare The queen arrived with tentacles cascading Asymmetric arms and fasseted eyes One woman screams the truth as she begins fading Into the sea foam scent of their disguise Beautiful, they whisper Beautiful, they say While something writhes inside me And takes my thoughts away They're building us a future In those towering heights But I can smell the perfume That's rewriting what's right I wanted to rip it out, tear it apart Leave it in shreds, reclaim my heart But the anchor holds me, roots me down And the scent grows thick all through the town Breathe deeply now, the nurse intones Picture the life, the fasseted stones Unmatched arms in my belly deep Writhing, waiting, I'm falling asleep Beautiful, I whisper Beautiful, I say The thing that writhes inside me Has taken me away We're building them a future In those towering heights And I can taste the ocean That's making wrong feel right And it was beautiful (It was always beautiful) And it was beautiful (We were always beautiful) #Horror #ShortStories #BookSoundtrack