Now Poem by Mpheng Magome

In the last moments of my life
I lie awake, calm as a fetus to be
Stillborn.
I see, so clearly, my hand firmly
Fisted into the shape of my
Heart,
Rythmically pumping life out
Of my gruesome, gaping
wound.
I hear, so clearly, in the other room
Is the lonely little girl crying
Softly.
I feel, so clearly, the rawness of
My throat; I have cried for
Her,
I have screamed for her, I loved her,
But I could not possibly protect
Her.
She sits in the dark, where she will always sit.
Her cries quietly fading, her heart gradually growing
Cold.
Far, far beyond anyone's reach.