Frank F. Atanacio Poet I do not know?

She Had the Sense of Another

She had the sense of another,

didn’t realize what she was doing,

wishing it was an extremely vivid dream,

but she was fully awake,

the child beside her,

in the crib,

with eyes so beautiful it could heal any broken heart,

if she would just come to her senses

before things fall apart.

The beeps from the microwave oven

shook her,

bottle warm,

perhaps hot,

maybe even too hot for the child,

perhaps not.

Her mind was in danger of imploding, exploding,

but destruction is what she felt,

but it wan't her, it was someone else inside,

she was just tagging along, watching, going for the ride.

Odors penetrated her nostrils,

unexpectedly caught her off guard,

she had the sense of another,

until something happened,

something horrible

to the child beside her,

in the crib.

too late...

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