A Basin Full of Tears: A Song for the Miscarried Mother

She lies awake; not a wink or not separates her focus from the ceiling. An orange lay next to her, rotting, smelling how she feels. No walks in the park; kids are present. Don’t think too fast or you might vomit. Go home for a while, bury yourself in regret and shame until you can say you’re ready to leave this green earth. Go cry, be sad. Fill up the whole damn sink. Don’t look people in the eyes; they’ll notice the pain of failure. Think poorly of yourself; events like these shape your thoughts. Poorly plan your next step, and conceal the truth. ~ Your garden is dying Your heart is dead. But just be thankful I’m in your head. ~ Climb out of that hole you’ve dug. It’s not just you, it’s me. we can worjk this ouit it’s notmsks yomdkur fsault I lomakkamveksk yoalwoelu ~ Fall into the ocean, and drown with me.