contrast poem. death and a birth.

Turn the rusty handle, greeted by the creak of the door.
Blood stained tiles, dirt caked under feet of the tub.
A pale cadaverous body sits frigid in a pool of blood.
Life draining from slit wrists.

Sheets winding like the ocean tide
Hair in tangled waves
Finally its over and your greeted by the eyes of your new baby,
Look into your babies eyes, crystal teardrops of joy dissolve on your face.

-Danielle