Miscarriage
Claire Scott


And I saw her lying there
under a paper sheet with

pale pink cherry
              blossoms

and I saw him with soft eyes
and a stethoscope

                 say you better
                             sit down

I saw you wipe sorrow with
your sleeve, sketch your

               heart on a wall of            
                                 regret

knowing she couldn’t resist
the lure of the needle

               speedballing
                                  to paradise        

and I saw passion streak
like  a comet across

                 the solar system 
                                   of your love

splitting into pieces
dispersing all

                   possibility


cherry blossoms fading
and falling


                   on extinguished
                                   life

About the author:
Claire Scott is an award winning poet who has been nominated twice for the  Pushcart Prize (2013 and 2014).  She was also a semi-finalist for both the 2014 Pangaea Prize and the 2014 Atlantis Award.  Claire is the Grand Prize winner of the White Pine Writing Contest for poetry.  Her first book of poetry, Waiting to be Called, was recently published by IF SF Publishing.

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