The Departure
Case in hand and heavy legged
I drag towards the exit.
The echoing corridor dwarfs me.
Could my bleeding body feel smaller?
A snake would slither away unseen
Or a worm.
‘Sophie, Sophie,’
a gentle voice behind me.
I stop. Unwillingly I turn.
‘Where’s your baby?’ she whispers.
My paralysed throat has no voice.
She can see the waterfall of tears
And hear the strangled sobs.
‘I have no baby now.
He belongs to another.’
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