After

Night came Like a cover of velvet To soothe my wounded soul. The demerol, given miles & hours back, Was supposed to help But it didn't dull my emotions For I cried deeply right afterward, And again on the bus coming home. A woman's body Is a beautiful and wise thing. Delicate, yet powerful. It clung so fiercely And cramped so desperately To hold onto what was its own What was part of me, too. I know it felt happy and complete When it held that promise. But now it can do nothing But bleed in sorrow While I weep with memories, Thoughts of what could have been, And something frighteningly akin to regret.