Although science, with clinical wisdom
declared her not yet a person,
a heartbeat argued defiantly
for a night.

We visit the cemetery —
hands entwined, minds
in different hemispheres,
hearts mangled. In a quiet corner

where the sun lingers late in summer,
where gelid moans soften in winter,
we become broken pieces
of something once much stronger.

Ryan Stone

First published by Red River Review, August 2017


50 thoughts on “Stillborn

  1. And what a fine painter too! As for the writing, can’t get better than this. The sense of loss leaving your readers with a heavy heart, if not in tears.

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