The Instrument's Hiss

She wanted a baby more than life So she went and booyah’d 50 guys Her smile dazzled everyone she met When she finally learned she was pregnant Her breasts grew larger, her belly too She decorated the nursery with pink and blue But at the doctors, something was amiss The only sound was the instrument’s hiss There wasn’t a heartbeat; her eyes grew wide “Doctor is my baby, dead inside?” “Let’s do a sonogram, see what it shows” But his eyes were sad, his movements slow As the sonogram screen lit up the womb It wasn’t as they’d thought, a baby’s tomb Because in fact, there was no baby there Just an aching hole, and a woman’s despair