Dropping the Baby

Dropping the Baby
27-3-16

It was just a drop,
But that was all it took to bring reality crashing around her.
She had gone too far too fast,
Flown and fallen before she could crawl,
And now she was paying the price of a thousand.
It was just a drop,
But it was her blood spilling from her
Where it shouldn’t have been;
The life-giving was now the life-taking
And she couldn’t hold on any longer.
She wailed and wallowed in fear and sorrow;
Languishing and lavishing in the longing for life
That one tiny drop of blood could bring.
It was only a drop,
Just a drop,
But it meant that her baby was gone,
And with it heart and her ability to be human.
She was not going to be a mother after all,
As another drop and yet another fell.
They were bigger now, the drops,
More frequent,
And as they fell to the floor, her heart fell with them
To crash with the finality of a broken egg;
Her baby was gone.
The cramps came then, after the drops,
But by then it was too late to do anything;
Not that anything could have been done anyway.
It was just a drop,
But it was her whole life flashing before her eyes
In a way she never knew it could.
Drops of tissue joined drops of blood on the floor
As drops of snot and drops of tears ran off her chin.
Her baby;
Dead in the womb at 10 weeks.