---

 

This writing was accepted for publication in the 108 page perfect-bound ISSN# / ISBN# issue/book “And I Disappear” Down in the Dirt, v192 (the 2/22 Issue) Order the paperback book:

Order this writing that appears in the one-of-a-kind anthology The Ice that Was the Down in the Dirt Jan.-April 2022 issues collection book		get the 420 page Jan.-April 2022 Down in the Dirt 6" x 9" ISBN# perfect-bound paperback book:

Order this writing in the book Running Out of Time the 2022 poetry, flash fiction, prose, & art collection anthology		get the one-of-a-kind poetry, flash fiction, prose, artwork & photography collection anthology as a 6" x 9" ISBN# paperback book:

Stillbirth

Travis Green

You don’t know what pain is
Until you have encountered stillbirth
Searching for the accurate words to say
But nothing springs to mind
Because all you can feel is an extreme
Emptiness in your stomach
That makes you feel miserable
Hurting deeply inside
Continual cries, crimson eyes
Colorless cheeks, lips dry and drained
Shoulders bitterly cold, excess stress
Swelling in breast, heartbeat weak
And slowing down, drowned
Unsound, bound to borderless
Dimensions, lying in the hospital
Bed staring at the collapsed space
Of valuelessness, drunken depictions
Enveloped in shadow, the walls
All around me indubitably insalubrious
Entrapped in painful sensations
Flaming vibrations glissading
Throughout my body without
Anyone to unchain my heart

Copyright of written pieces remain with the author, who has allowed it to be shown through Scars Publications and Design.Web site © Scars Publications and Design. All rights reserved. No material may be reprinted without express permission from the author.

Problems with this page? Then deal with it...