I watch the daylight pour through the cobwebs.
Slicing through my treacle darkness like a knife.
I can’t even comprehend another day like this.
My arms are ruined with blood, it dries on me like a macabre gloss.
Not even my blade will bring my peace.
I look at the clinical card with your smudgy prints.
No name.
I couldn’t name you.
Impatient baby girl.
Look after our Baby now- who left the biggest scar on me of all.
My Daughter, April 11th - too perfect to be mine.
My Baby, August 11th - thank you for your sacrafice so baby C will be here soon.
Watch over him because I want to love him like I couldn’t love you.