an untitled poem – Dec 11th

A square of paper featuring an original poem typed with a traditional typewriter in black ink on white paper overtop salt crystals on a crinkled white background
I silently cast a white
bone spell
with the new moon

A starless revolution
I waited, visiting in
perfect stillness

Engorged circle
hanging in the air
like breath

Fat Moon –

I rose to melt the frost,
blinked blood and
knew it didn't take.

This untitled poem is an original piece that attempts to express the particularly crisp, acutely bitter ache one can feel after struggling to start or successfully maintain a pregnancy.

Do you enjoy reading and/or writing poetry? I do, and I think I’ll continue to share more of my own to this space.

Thanks for reading it ~ Bette

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