Inkspiredwrite

Death of a Newborn

 

A breath so first, original

A pause before the second breath

Unhurried

There she was

New, slimed, pure

Unsullied

 

So full, so suddenly, with love

Bursting open, flowering inside

Pink Aster bright, I thought

As I held her to my breast

To feel my warmth, incessant tide

 

Unfair they said

A tragic time

But this was mine, not theirs,

this time, her life, the waiting, pain intense

This was mine, not theirs,

no parody. Reality.

 

And now.

Pull me down into the sound

But first I need this

Make me howl and hollow me

Make me feel

Deep into night give me

No respite. Fritter me away.