I lie alone now.


Ripe with worry

my belly wound around itself.

I curled

fetal

shaking

trying to dam my eyes

with sheets stained white.


And I could swear

that you were there

screaming out your little lungs

and beating at the insides

of the girl who prayed

for your inexistance-

choking on the blood we shared.






But you were never there.

09/26/2004

Author's Note: This is the void.

Posted on 09/27/2004
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