today
the cup & the wand intersect
to scry for answers
to my future
an image coalesces
to reveal the empty chamber
of my womb
bleak, cool, lifeless
its smooth barren walls
are unappealing
& I can discern
the left ovum
slowly extend its tendrils
to release a viable
who does not stay
but chooses to quietly expire;
a kinder alternative
than spending 10 moons in
an oubliette
that cannot hold love or kindness
I have seen
my future echoed
in miniature;
the futile journey
of an imaginable life
passing
into night
