Miscarriage

I wake to sweat soaked sheets

Swimming in a angry rage

Purple pool of tears

My senses have bleed out

Onto the bed’s heavy blankets

Abortive pain stains my bed

Gripping the headboard

I try to stand

And find that my knees

No longer work well

Head swimming

Trying to make it to

The hallway bathroom

I fall to the floor

And crawl the rest of the way

Falling over into the tub

I lie on my back

So that I won’t drown

And be found face down

In this amniotic

Flood of love’s tears

© NP 5/21/11