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Afterward
Afterward
I lie in my bed,
At once familiar and strange,
Breast-budding chest sticky,
A sickening, dank smell in my nostrils.
Silent tears fall.
I curl around my aching belly,
Knowing the strange, throbbing tension,
The wetness, sometimes red of blood,
That is always there after you leave.
And silent tears fall.
I try to curl around my hurting heart,
Wishing, hoping. . . .
Why must I hold the shattered shards of me
Alone?
Silent tears fall again.
©
Julia
1999
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