Hysterectomy

The searing heat sneaks up 
Surprises
Roils to a peak
And recedes 
Leaving me 
Tired 
And worn
 And wet
And weak
This poor bodies response to the loss of something core
To who I am/was

Its manifestation of 

Grief



I’m sorry dear body

I’m sorry
I didn’t know what else to do

You know as well as I that 

I
 
Was 

Bleeding

To

Death

Forgive me dear body
Forgive me and


Let’s find peace 

For you

Again