He Was Mine by Libby Carswell © 2008

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Warm November rolled in with rain.
Lying awake, up and down,
I just wanted to sleep
Then—POP!
I sprang from my bed with the burst balloon in
my belly.
Through the window of the car my eyes followed
the street lights.
Streaks of light and shadows dizzied me.
Churning stomach told me to vomit.
Hours of nothing…weak stretching and
constricting brought nothing.
The drip---drip---drip…medicine to make them
stronger.
They’ll rip me in two, I know that they will.
Started in the center of my back…
Then crept, then raced in circles over and over
again
They refused with to stop; with vengeance they
tore.
Inhale-1-2-3-4-5---Aaaggghhhh…again…Inhale-1-2-3-
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