A Haibun
A long line of Calliopes clad in lily-white, waiting in the hallway. Each is enveloped in the darkness of her own, screaming. Drops of sweat stream down my forehead, falling past my eyes onto the floor. I yell, 'Push, baby, push....' The last word holding on to the inside of my muse's womb for hours.
'Imagine...'
a twinge
in my heart
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