Surreptitious Future

Disturbed by a smack to the belly,
my bitter rain from the cloud unburdened
stains the bedroom carpet.

Rushed to clear the wasted future
breathing no more sensitively than a tree
my husband breaks the band of marriage -

leaves the deranged existence.

He will not consider mortal pain,
my desire to please the eager mother inside:
my body curls to join the life on the floor.

Of carved paper, and caved stomach,
the pretty baby no longer intact,
hot water called for and senseless oblivion -

drifts beyond the shaded soul of pencil grey.