I suffered
depressed.
I wanted
sleep.
A still place.
This.
My utter hell.
I couldn’t believe.
I, a woman,
a woman they told,
to find, find the life-
my sleeping baby.
The mind had cried,
I was not alive.
The month
was over.
They later said
over all,
the miscarriage
was
for
the
best.
Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 12:07 PM UTC
I suffered
depressed.
I wanted
sleep.
A still place.
This.
My utter hell.
I couldn’t believe.
I, a woman,
a woman they told,
to find, find the life-
my sleeping baby.
The mind had cried,
I was not alive.
The month
was over.
They later said
over all,
the miscarriage
was
for
the
best.
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