by zombimom.com
28 Sept 2008
He thrashes his little body taught
Tormented by hiccups and air demons
Rooting and chortling for food
Like an angry little ferret
The moments between waking and getting up in the dark
Weary feet, wrists, shoulders, neck, arches and planes
Shot nerves, vertigo spells, imaginary goblins
Cold
(I’m no longer protected by Tim’s warmth inside me, nor is he protected by my warm waters)
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