Loss stares at her all the while,
Watching her eat, sleep,
Tickles her earlobe with a rough smile,
Coos baby breath in too deep.
Nature’s revolted, now chaos begs –
An empty womb worn for a face,
For nothing living can spawn from between her legs,
Not even a blue skeleton in the finest lace.
Her belly now is coffin-flat,
Sharpened swords and daggers substituted for eggs.
Ambition multiplies like rats,
Drinks heartily between her damp, parted legs.
Motherhood, a miscarried dream,
Dead in the eye of a woman unseamed.

From The Black Widow by Louise Worthington

Louise Worthington lives near Shrewsbury in the UK with her family and is a writer of horror, dark psychological fiction and poetry. She is a member of the HWA and the SFPA and a regular contributor to Pen of the Damned.

Her website is www.louise-worthington.com/ and her other social media links can be found here https://linktr.ee/louiseworthington

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