Scarless
You dip yourflawless posture
into the hot bathwater
and wait for this miscarriage to tint
everything scarlet
Yet it doesn't
You expect the dark pattern to grow in the ceiling
an orifice to appear
to engulf the dampness in your chest
Nonetheless the world
does not seem to have noticed
What you have lost
The tap just seems to keep on dripping
'So tomorrow' you say
Tomorrow he will call
Poetry by CC
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Written on 2009-03-04 at 13:46
Tags Grief Hope
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