Newborn by India LaPlace

It seems so wrong to call such an old soul

A newborn.

I mean, when she was born, 

She didn’t even cry, but I did. 

The heart in my chest felt too heavy

And so I sobbed like this birth was a death.

She was covered in blood and guts and gross

And I was covered in blood and guts and gross

And I thought that the lump

Of emotion, guilt and fear in my throat

Would choke me.

Newborn was first published in Sad Discoveries

India LaPlace is kind of like if a dive bar and a dumpster fire had a human baby. She is a poet from the United States and a single mom who is aspiring to be a person with self discipline. Associate Editor at the sensational Horror Sleaze Trash. Generally pleasant, naturally cynical. Easily won over by a good book and a twisted sense of humor. You can find her on Instagram: @indiabrittany

She still loves Louis C.K.