I sweat, I shriek, I write

Worried faces can only wait

I tear, I bleed severely

begging for epidural of hate

 

I can’t get you out of me

But I must or I will die

My back arches upwards

My legs spread open wide

 

Final push, truth and lies collide

I exorcise what you decimate

Sodden, panting, I look down

to see what you did create

 

I gather her to my breast

name her what I have been

Katy Megan and your surname

you whispered softly to me

 

© Katypoetess 2013