i waded through your sickness
with vomit up to my waist
and found you praying on your bed
belly full of my breast milk
we shed our clothing and i cried for you
you sucked the life blood out of me
through the bruises on my neck
and when you slid out for the last time
i felt your soul leave with it
and for all the time i spent carrying you
i sprained my wrists under the strain of your sadness
my back broke from your weight on my shoulders
now youre dead and my body still aches