late

once upon a butterfly,
a heart rose like the steam
of an engine. she let out a cry
for her lost lover in a dream
with the long locks of hair.
she drown in a lake
of sorrow riding on a mare.
she knew she was late,
but the results of the test
were inconclusive. could she create
another human in this world, already a mess.
the pills she knew would solve it, sedate
her and the child inside, her scheme
worked as she lay dead in the bed made of wicker.


this was a poefusion prompt it's a "Bout-rime" you can find the words here. this was a tough one, as all the words had to end the lines.