A baby cries.
The kind of cry that will make it
impossible for her to ever have
a mellifluous singing voice.
A girl is nauseous.
The kind of nausea that grabs hold,
spins you, twirls you, shakes you and
makes it impossible to even lift your head.
A woman sleeps.
The kind of sleep that is impossible
without the help of hunger, exhaustion and
a steady morphine drip.
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