Still Birth

…spins on one heel and quietly walks away…

I lay there in the dark
Precise and still
Expectant as an eggshell
About crack open
From the inside
Committed to the spate of love
That was my destiny
Yet the hours trudged along
And no savior claimed me for his own
No lover drew his mark on my thigh

Nothing burst forth

Dawn broke the disheartening news
Another day I would face alone
My yearning tore a hole in
The pink-pearled sky and
Try as they might, not even
An entire flock of crows
On nimble wing
Could stitch it up
The last fibers of my optimism
Fluttered up and out through
That gaping rip in the sky

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