In The Fire
With blood I cried,
I cried for you,
for this knocking on my ribs
and for a loss like the formless
angels would know.
I cried with panting breath
and wanted this and all life to go
into the picture frame, away
from the ‘very real’.
I held my knees and felt the humid
air encase me like a crushing prong.
You moved in violent spin,
making your presence known.
I felt my inadequacies and my ugliness
like cold metal pressed against my throat.
I reached hysteria, then came out into the calm,
seeing my lover’s eyes in the small space
between my fears. He took my hand and
I could breathe again. I could feel you were eased
and I heard a gentle whispering, saying
together as a family we three will live and grow.
Copyright © 2000 by Allison Grayhurst
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