Empty Obituaries
“What number is this for you?”
She points to my swollen belly
I rub over the stretch marks
A timeline of the babies I bore
6th my soul whispers
3rd my mouth says
Lies and truth all the same
My broken body couldn’t bear them
Can other people see the secret shatter
Can they see the words searing through me
Detonating on impact,
A bomb that sets off
A chain reaction inside
My heart the blasted apart
Stained glass windows
Of a church in a war zone
Nobody knew them so nobody grieves them
Save for the parents who prayed to have them
Sometimes the grief evades me
But it waits until moments like these
Springs back up,
A tsunami of love, longing, regret, resentment
I wait upon the shore as the surge approches
Knowing my survival lies
In swimming through the swell