#misCOURAGE story, 08/03/2017, by Kirsty Niven
I’m still here, lingering in the mirror –
my touch trickling down your stomach,
the rips stretching up like a cat,
rippling like mother of pearl.
I skulk in the bathroom cabinet,
a prominent blue line, unused sudocrem.
Brightly coloured, a spectral duck
bobbing about in empty waters.
I am the cry you wish you could hear;
the phantom scream in the night,
the giggle that never comes,
the statuesque mobile that never plays.
I am the cot that lies empty,
the pram with nothing to push,
the womb that wishes to fill with love.
I am the child you loved and lost.
(Previously published in the print journal 'GFT Presents: One in Four, Vol. 1, Issue 2')
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By Jenny Mortensen (not verified) on 20 Apr 2017 - 17:55
"I am the cry you wish you could hear"- heartbreaking and beautiful. I feel this so much.