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Water and dew on glass
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Poetry | December 2023 Poetry

Second baby

By Alyssa Sinclair

They peeled back my skin
like onion paper.
A burning smell as they deftly cut
the gristly layers
of fat, sinew,
everything my body
saved for this,
to reveal
what had been living
inside me all along except
she was purple and unbreathing.
Nobody would answer me
from beyond the blue sheet,
crowded as they were
around the ventilator.

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