Inkling 2023 - Flipbook - Page 28
Unfit
Mother
by Sophia Monteiro
The giver of life is ripped to shreds
Bloody sheets and screams agonizing enough to stir the dead
The script said live or die instead
Amid the shrieks came the newborn’s head
Relief came when the pain began to fade
A circle of life, the constant from sunrise to sunset is the shade
Between my arms now rests my fair babe
But there is no relief when my love is contrived, corrupted
Stained.
Like the blood on the bed sheets where i hopelessly laid
Back nine months before, and a couple extra days
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