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Rated: E · Poetry · Emotional · #2200901
September is labor day for me.
I am 45 minutes late from downtown, bypassing exits all around,
all because of her.
My girlfriend is in labor where childhood's end began as breech birth
becoming more unnatural as time goes by.
She was near death before baby arrives and this came into focus
making me grope for reality given way to tears and yelling.
Tummy swell became distress and she clenched my hand
till blood ran from my face.
Newborn has rings on fingers and bells on toes.
Two became one and I was left in a home for unwed fathers.
I will never let my guard down, upsetting vigil when looking out for my child.

The End.
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