Like I said

the words are gone.

Here is the result of nearly two years of stagnation. I guess it's true... when you don't use it, it goes away.


Birth

And there we were,
all crowded into that tiny
room with monitors
beeping and me,
there,
moaning that I couldn’t do it.

Couldn’t do it.

“You will,” snapped the doctor.
(I never liked him anyway:
fucking humorless troll)

Legs forming a faulty stage
for the mass of peering onlookers,
improper angles propped
in the arms of husband and mother.
I bore down against bony grind as
shoulders rotated within their pelvic prison.

He arrived in the rush of a scream,
large,
warm,
wet on my belly and writhing,
admonishing me for disturbing his slumber.

And all I could do was stare,
frightened by the miracle
of two tiny cells and a creation
that was never meant to be.



Ok, so it's written in past-tense, there are tons of gerunds, and it really just plain old sucks, but hey, I wrote it, and that, my friends, is the first step. Right?

Revision 1

Birth

I couldn't do it.

There we were,
crowded into that tiny
room with monitors
beeping and me,
there,
moaning that I couldn’t do it.

“You will,” snapped the doctor.
(I never did like him:
humorless troll)

Legs parted
reavealing a faulty stage
for the eager audience.
With improper angles propped
in the arms of husband and mother,
I bore down against bony grind as
shoulders rotated within their pelvic prison.

He arrived in the rush of a scream,
large,
warm,
wet on my belly and writhing,
admonishing me for disturbing his slumber.

And all I could do was stare,
frightened by this miracle:
Two tiny cells and a creation
that was never meant to be.



***I think I might have liked it better before.