The incessant cramping and contractions, the contents of my upper rib cage.
The abortion of you. The excruciating grief.
The child gasps for air,
convulsing in shock
as its life support
is abruptly disconnected.
.(Can you feel that?).
My attention evades this experience.
A loving hand gently shepherds my chin,
lends me the courage, returns me to an inward gaze.
