Musings by The Poet Loriet
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Stiff on the steel table,
they hold my legs apart,
one on each side as
the knive blades gleam
under flourescent light.
As my shoulders shake
and my legs quiver,
I involuntarily scream
as I give birth to--
hope.
I never knew it would hurt
so insanely much to
try again.
Lori Beal
they hold my legs apart,
one on each side as
the knive blades gleam
under flourescent light.
As my shoulders shake
and my legs quiver,
I involuntarily scream
as I give birth to--
hope.
I never knew it would hurt
so insanely much to
try again.
Lori Beal
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