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Daytime Demons
grasping sweeping palms swim aimlessly in my stomach
the building blocks of progesterone
are multiplying in waves.
I struggle to stay upright as cold droplets
form a film on the back of my neck
I manage to sit and then unknowingly fall off
hitting a cold tiled floor under harsh lights
fatigue fires my bones until I'm ashen
and only want to sleep
and the reason
my growing baby getting comfortable
making itself at home
in an amniotic bubble cushioned against me.
the building blocks of progesterone
are multiplying in waves.
I struggle to stay upright as cold droplets
form a film on the back of my neck
I manage to sit and then unknowingly fall off
hitting a cold tiled floor under harsh lights
fatigue fires my bones until I'm ashen
and only want to sleep
and the reason
my growing baby getting comfortable
making itself at home
in an amniotic bubble cushioned against me.
Published 8th Sep 2009
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