Fold the paper
Corner to corner...

Little Carole Jean
You were born to early...

*** This is a Pregnancy loss Poem that is quite...
You dont know what its like...

With the lies that fall
so smoothly off your lips...

Its times like this
when its quiet and still...

I sit here and stare
at the harsh Blue veins...

Was your spotlight more important?
I felt like it was more loved...

Scars on her ankle
scars on her legs...

I am laying here in the early morning with you...
You are only two weeks old but it feels like you...

Bite my lip
giggle...

"A smell of wine and cheap perfume"
Spilling from his earphones...

All this anger
is clawing at my stomach...