Miscarriage
A scent,
Sweet like lilac.
Is how it began,
A small baby
Bundled in heavy down.
Scented in lilac.
Squinted and rosy,
Soft with birth.
That is how it would
Have begun.
A scent,
Coppery like blood.
It how it ended,
A small fetus
Reduced to heavy blood.
Drowned in crimson.
Painful and red,
Heavy hearted mother.
That,
That is how it ended.
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