A fetus dies,
too great in size,
for the body to absorb,
it calcifies,
it petrifies,
to protect the mother’s core.
So no dead tissue
will issue
forth rot to poison her womb -
it can take years
without tears
before doctors discover the “tomb”.
And so I hope my heart
will start
to do the same, with aspects
so abject
of this whole wretched concept
of stability
in my fragility
with love and hope’s agility
but rather than so prone
to feel alone
I’d rather it turned to organic stone.
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