My Breath
“You
are miscarrying…”
Pulled by a long
white thread, my breath exhausts
My eyes fade to
steel
There is throbbing
but I don’t know where
Voices muffle to
tires on rocky pavement
“It’s
nothing you did.”
Burning out of me, life
The frail thread
Attached to fire
Singed and gone
I
want to hang up
Rippling through my chest, sanguinary
blasts
I swallow and crumple forward ever
so
slowly
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