wrapped in fluorescent lighting
swathed in the bonnet of death
closeted/hidden from the eyes and minds of the healers
unspoken anguish in room seven twelve
the panicked breaths of the impending birth
pushing through the pain
her vulva swollen and expanding with the muscular force
the feedforward mechanism expunging life.
entering consciousness through darkness
bathed in bloodshed and agony
augmented by technology and acoustic harmony
she breaths through the pain
she lies there in exhaustion
the fragrance of afterbirth wafts
she whimpers once more
as the cry of youth engulfs the room
