Shyamli's first one this time - Sliver

Only a slight sliver

of something vile,

Hangs….

in every ungodly

SHREEEEEEIIIIIIIK

of the still

unborn child.

It was almost beautiful.

A little,

f r a g i l e.

Undulated cadence

of something crimson,

something ripped...

Torn and

Abused.

A flicker of eyelids.

Heaving breath

in the winter sun.

Heaaaving.

Swaying-

the ceiling fan,

Bound-

to my lovely-

still praying.

A book,

filled with His words,

in her hands.

Gagged and bruised,

something blue.

something vast, laden.

Alight.

Gently unfolding

stiffened fingers

Caress…

My rising wrath.

I writhe,

for my something lovely,

something irked.

Sublime...

To Wake me,

Before singing me to sleep…

Again.