Tiny You

Photo by Hartwig HKD

My stomach swells
from beneath the swirl of bathwater
I sink until every inch of me
is pressed to the white enamel
internalising
hearing the drum of my heartbeat
eyelids closed, imagining
multiplying cells and spirit
the newly forming life inside
the walls of my red womb

I already love you more
than myself, this final gift
though I have not yet seen
the monochrome hospital scans
nor heard the galloping race of your heart
or worshipped the curl of your lashes
or buried my...