This is a revision of my poem called Show Me. I worked hard to make it concrete and the little vagueness that is there is there for a purpose.
I cannot see anything. I breathe. Liquid is in my lungs.
A cord extends from my belly. I touch its slick surface.
I am surrounded by warmth. Something grabs my head.
My hair is ripped out which makes me angry.
My heartbeat speeds up. Two somethings tug on me.
I feel cold air hit my body. I shiver.
I hear “your son is handsome. He has blue eyes and blond hair.”
I am puzzled by these words. Something is shoved into my nose.
I cough. I choke. I cry. I want to see what took me from my home.
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