fear lodged in my body like a knife
the second the second line appeared.
ever since it has see-sawed
between a mortal wound and a tiny splinter.
it has stayed close —
a thread, connecting her to me to him.
sometimes i tug on it to see what happens,
but nothing does.
he is still here and she still isn’t,
and the world keeps going round and round.
Less Than 1%: Surviving My Stillborn 