and no, still NOT my artwork…
I looked into the mirrors this morning, and heard, someone pointing to my reflection in the mirror saying, “She lost her baby!”, my mirrored image shook its head, “NO! I didn’t, that was Y-O-U!”, she’d, pointed back at me………
She lost her baby, it (b/c it’s too early to tell the sex!) was, TORN from her body, and it wasn’t her choice, it was, a necessary means, to what? She still can’t figure it out yet.
She lost her baby, she’d hollered out her name, and, she can only hear, the replies of the echoes of her own voice, answering to her own calls. She lost her baby, she was there when they pulled “it” out of her, and, they’d, disposed of “it”, into that bin next to the bed, labeled, “Medical Waste!”
She lost her baby, but, how? She isn’t even pregnant yet, she’d patted her own tummy, to make sure, and, surely enough, she’s never been impregnated, and yet, just the same, she’d still felt that, hollow womb, aching, nonstop, inside of her body, and she became, confused, because she couldn’t, WRAP her arms around it………
She lost her baby, but, how could she, have a baby, when she hadn’t even, SLEPT with anybody, saved for her two NEUTERED dogs? Everybody CALLED her N-U-T-S, insane even, and they’d, tried to, put her into a straightjacket, at one moment in time, so, she’d played along, pretended that, this NONEXISTENCE DEATH inside of her body, wasn’t real.
and no, still NOT my photograph…
Life, the Obstacle Course 