I stuck my hand in the toilet
There was blood everywhere.
Smelled like pennies, I felt dizzy.
It was so big, the blood clot
And a lady walked in.
I forgot to lock the door
And she looked and me
And seen that I was crazy
She seen me split in half
Mourning my baby . . .
I could feel my uterus filling with blood and it spilled down my legs
I wrapped it in toilet paper and toilet
So that I could bury him,
I knew it was a boy-
His face and body imprinted on this blood clot
As I tried to understand
How I was no longer two people
But one
Broken