I bought myself flowers
(because you never did)
and now this place looks & smells
like a funeral home

The Catholic candles lit
The quiet prayers spilt forth from pink lips

Lord, save our souls!
Bless our hearts 
& heal us of our wounds
Do not fill us with formaldehyde 
& put us underground...
Do not be so cruel!
Lift our love as though Ascension
The RAPTURE!
Come! Take me! Take us! I am pure & I will carry him just as I always have!

Just as I always have.

I will carry him.

Just as I always have.

When the bleeding came late;
he used to threaten to throw me down the stairs.
The only abortion we could afford.

The phone's silence is deafening.

I will carry him.

Just as I always have.

(This place smells like a funeral)