Pregnant Pause

[For the record... even I find the choice and extent of the metaphor here really rather odd, and kind of intriguing]

I had shed my sheath by then,
absently, like a teenage boy
discarding a condom in a
wastebasket. I had done so
without hesitation; thinking it
no longer necessary, finding
it suddenly uncomfortable,
and feeling, unconsciously but
unquestionably, revolted by
the viscous part of myself that
seemed so needlessly trapped
inside it.

You were so perfect –

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poem by Christine Austin Cole
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