Month's End
By sonjabroderick
Tue, 29 Mar 2005
- 723 reads
Sometimes it comes slowly, a twinge
lower left abdomen, then right.
Dull pain, then constipation
await a run of tears, of liquid
coming from everywhere.
Hope sits a fleeting while
that somehow a child is in there,
one night forgotten in a quinine haze.
Then the pain fades,
a rusted river rips
layers of virtual baby from me
three drops at a time.
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