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Jan 31
Empty hands pack the nursery away.

Empty womb expelled life anticipated.

Empty chest remembers crushing words.

Empty sound where a heart should beat.

Empty dreams become regular nightmares.

Empty hope with the monthly visitor.

Empty smile as her belly grows.

Empty joy when an infant cries out.

Empty eyes, blank with numbness.
It happens in secret more often than thought and carried quietly with much weight.
Christy
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Christy  F/London
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