Punch me in the face, over and over. Let a new face be free of grief;
Strangle me, again and again. Let a new brain be free of dark thoughts;
Stab me, over and over. Let a new body be free of holes in the womb;
Crush me, again and again. Let a new soul be free of death’s vomit.
Then, kindly take me, in your arms.
Send away my swollen face, detached brain, deformed body, crushed soul,
With my lost baby,
To an unknown destination.
* A friend called after reading this to express her concerns. I assured her that I am OK but just need to express my thoughts at the time. Thank you for caring about me.