Groans of the Dawn
Tears trickling down her heavy cheeks as
she lays
on the thick straw mat.
The souls of trees casting reflections into
her hut.
Her emotions turning against themselves.
She is caught napping with a task on her
whole.
Shouts of avid misconstrue out of blissful
ignorance
how she wished pain was contagious as
her aids
guess her cries are prepostrous.
Hearts throb and sweats drip.
The agony being endured draws her
body numb
as the morning dew sweeps a soothing
breeze
across.
She throws her hand for help because
she is
weary to the pulp as the life in her
emanates from
root.
The last hot blood in her boils down and
calm
returns to her in a split with fresh breath
pumping
ease into her lungs.
A new being has been born.
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