GLASS BABY

Mother walked in meekly.
Her body, malnourished.
skin pallid and damp.
Eyes concave.

She smells of beer.

Mother is passed out on birthing trolley.
Squabbling nurses push and pull on her swollen belly.
Soon
In her arms a swaddled and limp body
A premature consequence.
Head drooping
miniature fingers,
withered extremities.

Eyes sunken,
limbs quivering,
breath faltering

A lifetime of mental retardation.

She reeks of stale smoke.

 

 

Glass

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