Nov 26, 2023
Stillbirth.
It was her natal day And she hasn't felt happy No, not at all
No, she was melancholic and in pain There is nothing about today worth celebrating
In the days, leading up to it She felt melancholic
On her natal day, she stopped pretending Only three things went right
Her father prattled on about his feelings And Grandmother wasn't helpful Only few remembered
And then her heart just broke
Before, she wished to not exist But, today, it seemed she envied the dead Specifcally, the youngest thereof
For a moment, she cursed her mother No, Mother just had to beget living offspring Despite never being deserving of such
Today became too much And she'd rather not have been born alive.
