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Spontaneous Abortion by Nancy Beauregard

December 15, 2021

a miscarriage that happens naturally
in the first twenty weeks of pregnancy.


when the first pink drop
no   who are we kidding
red   crumpled valentine
smell of waxy crayons
held in a tiny clenched
fist   the color of a baby’s 
first cry   a mother’s 
anguished scream   hits 
water   suck in a breath
hold it   wait   pray
there is no second drop

but of course there is.

when the third   fourth
stop counting   don’t 
look   wipe   flush   shut 
off the lights   climb back
into bed   place a pillow 
under your knees   ask 
forgiveness   promise 
anything   anything if 
only the bleeding will 
end

but of course it doesn’t.

when cramps move in 
turbulent waves   call
for help   call him
at work to come home   
beg him   not to say 
stupid things like 
you’re not pregnant   
oh  who the hell cares 
what he says

but of course you do.

when wheeled into surgery 
jello clots escape   stain  
white gurney sheets   a 
murder scene   stabbing
pain   contractions   steal
sanity   dreams of a little 
boy   who plays with toy 
trucks on a living room
rug   whisper in his ear 
wait

but of course he doesn’t. 

when rolled onto your  
side for the epidural  
that never numbs   roll 
back    place feet in metal
stirrups   legs spread 
open   the scrape   
suction   vagina weeps 
for what is left of him   
tiny sweaters   booties   
diapers   blankets
teddy bears   maternity
clothes   a crib still in 
its box   bought too
early   feel it all slip 
out   caught in a paper 
lunch bag that you reach 
out to hold   cradle
against your breast 

but of course you can’t. 

when the nurse squeezes
a shoulder   says things 
like   you’re young and
can have another   it’s 
okay to be angry   break
waxy crayons in a 
clenched fist     crumple 
valentines never 
delivered   to give    
a mother’s anguished 
scream   instead of 
crying for the child that’s 
lost

but of course you will.


Nancy Beauregard lives in Santa Fe, New Mexico, with her daughter and two feisty Maine Coon cats. She holds a BFA in Creative Writing from the Institute of American Indian Arts and is presently working towards her MFA in poetry at Western Colorado University. She has won several accolades and scholarships for her creative writing. Her work has appeared in the Santa Fe Literary Review, Sky Island Journal, Earthsigns, The Great Isolation, the Student Tribal College Journal, Contemporary Haibun Online, and in her poetry chapbook titled, I Heard a Train. Instagram: @murderedinanovel

Photo by Karl Boerre Frydenlund from Pexels

In Poetry Tags Spontaneous Abortion, Nancy Beauregard, Poetry, Poem, 2021 December
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