Unwed Mother

Posted: November 24, 2010 in My Poetry
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I am here,
some nasty secret:
a mistake
you can’t ignore.

I am here
pulsing
in the hot red
of your shame.

You hide me
like a mousetrap,
cheese gone
and sprung.

In dark cellars
I am waiting.
Hidden, throbbing
black-blood:

three hearts thick
and folded.

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