ladychaos

Here's a poem I submitted for class:

Awaking Alone on Mifepristone


I opened my red-rimmed eyes,
Sitting up slower than Sunday in Sing Sing

I clutched my pulsing womb
and knew the fruit was spoiled

I tried to breathe

I tried to ignore the crimson puddle
Steadily seeping, steadily growing
Steadily staining my heart, my hands, my knees

I tried to breathe

I tried to ignore the excruciating silence
I tried to ignore how it amplified your absence
( you were preoccupied with more important things)