A baby that was never born
The womb left cold and barren.
She sat there empty and decimated
The smoldering coals slowly fizzled out
Her eyes dwindled as the light started to fade
Nothing moved and nothing could be heard
The whisper of the wind scratched the windows
A moment of clarity as the moon rose full
A soft sigh entered into the lonely space
The screeching of a chair; a quiet thud
She lay there prone
Eyes staring up into nothingness
Blood oozed across the floor
She clutched the only hope she had had left.
