And that night around twelve AM.. Me, shivering, afraid, ...

And that night around twelve AM.. Me, shivering, afraid, exposed, vulnerable. You cradled me and rocked me back and forth, telling me it’s supposed to happen this way, that we have been here before, that there is a history of lifetimes, and that you were real, not a figment of my imagination. 

Cake and rose petals on the floor. Your jaw dropped. I saw the child within you. I didn’t think the child could stab me.