A strip of life, sliver of hope,
waves pushing against the
pulsating constraints of death.
A prayer went through her
womb, battling the wrath of
despair; dark, deep and numb.
Her finger entwined with his,
ablaze in fear, shadows creeping
along the fogs of doubt, battles
sunk by horrors of likely loss.
Wishes fly, star upon star, hopeful
sighs dash on rocky shores, her
touch barricades the flailing pulse,
as the flatline marches to conquer.
A prayer lingers… as she removes
her finger.
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