After the Miscarriage

After the Miscarriage
She remembers lullabies, once

upon a time and desires goodness,
a cross hanging god. Gone are the days

she ate scones for breakfast drank
afternoon tea, overlooking the universe

blighted by stars. She will forget
about breath, her unmoving belly,

undeniable stillness through birth
cord to love. One drop of redness,

her stomach cut open, a life lost
to stardust, the small death of birds

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