Ten Months

I swallow a bright orange bit of sympathy
As a tidal wave repeatedly floods my consciousness
My face pressed against cold tile
I watch the bright red fluid puddle around me
Clenched in my fist, a warm towel
It hardly subdues the wrath within

Inside, I’m on fire
I can barely hang on.
Almost unbearable,
the pill finally relaxes my womb

As I finally lay in bed
Eyes heavy and wet
Overwhelming stories play in my head

My callous throat tightens a bit more
So my mind is unable to speak
And my chest closes in on my delicate breath

My body nonchalantly keeps walking,
Hormones alive and well, lead the way
But I’m emotionally absent
My feelings are tired

The statistic I've become crumbles yet again
What’s another month to swallow?
When will I finally choke?