You can’t toss
a dead baby
back
into the bathwater
🤱🏻
Bobbing around
in the foamy scum
won’t do it any good
🤱🏻
Sinking to the
seashell treaded
ceramic bottom
no soap or lather
capable of reviving
the departed
squalid child
🤱🏻
Scooping it out
patting it dry
the charade of
motherhood
won’t one tear uncry
🤱🏻
"Out, damned spot! Out, I say!"*
🤱🏻
No liniment or lotion
can restore
the lively
waving motion of
grasping hands
eager to take hold
of dangling curls
bouncing in a world
unavailable to this
unloved
unhuman
ungrown
unadult
K.B. Silver
This was supposed to be my last entry for the unnecessary line contest, but I fell asleep last night before getting it out. Things have been a little difficult over the last month or two, but I have a feeling that once I am officially off Medium, I will perk up a little.
*Borrowed line from Shakespeare's Macbeth.
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K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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Gut wrenching mental images here. Merciless word choice. You did not pull a single punch. It’s too bad you didn’t make the deadline because I have a feeling this would’ve done very well in the challenge. But challenge aside this is still excellent, if uncomfortable, poetry. Nice work. Hope this is pure imagination, I know it is all too real for some.