a pregnant pause
perhaps that’s a misnomer 
as you stare at the screen
a little too long
mouth slightly agape 
a tiny furrow between soft brown brows 

you move the wand 
and I watch the small being on the screen 
still
so still 
and I plea to the god 
I feel certain has already abandoned me 
let there be life
you promised me rainbows 

I hear the words behind your lips 
I know the truth 
feel it deep in my gut 
nestled like a pseudo-twin
to my lifeless fetus 
my womb a warm casket

suddenly I’m haunted

by a future never lived

a child who never was 

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