Broken Cycle

SHEYLA MEDINA

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The blinds squeezed shut

Fine glimmers of light

On her soft outline

Enveloped in white sheets

Shrouded in sorrows

Numbed into shock

 

Eyes sealed

Tears streaming down

Anointing the bed

With the fury

 

Only she knows

 

Lips tremble

Between the cries

Piercing her heart’s dashed hope

Unborn daughter

 

Throat scorched

Quick, shallow gulps of air

Soothing bitter torment

Bring her back

 

Hands cradle her womb

Thirty weeks old

Promises

Prayers

Please

Bring her back

 

Soul drowns

She is summoning

Imploring a miracle

Bring her back

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