Floating, floating through space,
securely fastened to the mother ship,
he drifted in the nebulous surroundings
he had learned to call home.
At times stretching his arms and legs,
he marveled at this wondrous void,
pondering where this mission would lead.
All systems were "Go!" on this ride.
A sudden jolt and a piercing pain
sent him spinning out of control.
Hands clutching the thin line firmly;
his body began writhing and convulsing.
As his lungs screamed for oxygen,
fear gripped him with cold, firm claws.
Helpless, he fought with every muscle,
every fiber of his being, to survive.
Death arrived in a matter of minutes.
All he had known was swept away quickly.
The choice had been made.
His mother didn't need a baby right now.