The Tide

Two hours after the blue-red pill got stuck in my throat

I lay in bed,

Curled up against the stabbing in my womb

Curtains closed,

Gloom without and within

My mother’s pregnant tabby asleep at my feet

And as I listened to the crooning of Katie Melua

The pain flowed out of me,

Warming my bed feverishly

And I cried

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