The Miscarriage

Her parents shoved expectations

down her throat. Her friends tried her

and found her guilty of trying to be

different. There were days she looked

in the mirror and grew dizzy

from the changing faces. She grew bloated

with the lives everyone else

dreamed for her. She carried the lives

within like an overgrown baby who

refused to be born. Once she tried to murder

the unfamiliar face staring back at her

from the mirror but she only succeeded

in proving them right, that they somehow

knew what was best for her. One day she

stuck her finger down her throat

sort of a misplaced act of courage because

when she regurgitated all the lives

that had been thrust upon her, no one

was there to help her clean up.

Peace & Love,

Rosalind