Koi Pond by Isra Cheema
Koi Pond Isra Cheema This poem was first published in Ghost City PressTW: AbortionLook down and see your unborn baby floating in the middle of the toilet bowl—you see it spin slowly like a lone koi fish, it’s soft pinked flesh swirling in a murky pond of blood clot-lily pads. You were driving and pulled over to throw up from the lightning-strike explosion of sharp pain in your uterus—you vomited into a crumpled Walmart bag as the car inched towards someone’s mailbox. Feel the liquid warmth gush out of you, life ejected, no—rejected from your body, that life-giver. Peer closer at it, that…
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