Dark red blood streams down,
meets the sky blue tiles
with a deafening silence.
A piece of me follows;
ends on the same blue tiled floor,
a pink blob with an off-white apparition
just seeing the beginning of existence.
I pick up the little martyr...
blink at the blob —
a surreal moment of recognition.
Petrification saves me
from crumbling down
under the shower
as I watch it sail to the drain.
To the drain?!
I double up, choking in disbelief.
Back between the comfort of my pillow
and my sleeping baby,
The womb weeps.
© Sana Rose 2020
Written on January 4th, 2017
Sana Rose is an award-nominated novelist, poet, physician, counseling professional, freelance writer and mom. She is based out of Kerala, India. Her debut women’s fiction novel ‘Sandcastles’ was shortlisted for ARL Literary Awards 2018 for Best Author soon after publication.