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By R S Kendle


At first I was empty.


A husk of a woman,

Bag of skin and bone.

Devoid of purpose.


Suddenly I multiplied.


Became full

Of feelings, of hormones,

Of meaning.


Watched myself wax to fullness.


Belly stretched // to hold you.

Skin cracked // with the effort of keeping up with you.

Even my very organs // to accommodate your growing body


Then we had to divide.

1 Comment


Guest
Mar 06

Beautiful poem

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