Mis carried

Still born

the blood spilled from my body, like the hail of an evil thunderstorm
It was almost as rapid as the tears that poured down my sunken face.streaking my sheets a deep sad red.it happened a half hour after dinner,ironicaly my favorite ,sweet potatoe pie freckled with cinanomin and lamb chops marinated with cranbery sauce.
i rubbed my torso ,a basinet for the embryo that lie cradled inside ,swadled tighlty in my ambilical cord.
i felt her leech off my existance ,nibbling at the rich meat and scratching her tiny finger at the skin of my womb. my smile streched lazily across my worn face like a dark cofee tofee.john promised hed be right back,just for five minutes love...,
who would have thought our entire future would shatter all over my thin thighs and linen sheets while he ran out to smoke a ciggerate.it started off with a macilent stream of scarlet.that i believed was an open wound.
but the blood that trailed behind me like a withering butterfly told me it wasnt an open wound. it was a wounded non beating open heart.
i shrieked lke my wrinkled skin was being peeled off my baren body. the body that held death in its raw calloused palms.my hair became knives attacking my desolate skull.my nails dug deep in its own sockets and my bones ached with dull agony
.i whaled and bawled and the pink plastic bottles and the white wooden crib ratteld with me.
my heart and mind bickered bitterly back and forth. betraying my body ,sending it haywired messages.my feebled heart refused to give out nourished blood when the being inside me was still as stone.but my brain pushed the blood with its own clayed arms guiding each torrent into the veins of my hollowed body.
i felt the life in my blood that divulged me.
i felt the life in the tears that sept from me.
i felt the life in fingers and toes that allowed teh escape of the onlylife i wanted.
the life of my baby girl