discussing the anatomy of a stillborn child

I spend my days
thinking…sleeping,
gazing at the stars,

and listening
to my heart
beat.

the night rebels
in darkness
and teases the moon
with shadows,

I hide in the coverlet
of sleep
never to be found
dissolute in this
hyphenated sentence –
whose idea was it; this world?
to brave the seperation
of this unholy descent.

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