untitled

she is pregnant

the little blue line screams at her

the sickening realisation pulses through her

so afraid

she sits and stares at the little blue line

ashamed and alone

she cannot admit it to herself

let alone tell another single soul

at night she lies awake

in fear but also in wondering

reaching down to hold the bump that is yet to form

she learns

that now

there is room only for love

in this space between the sheets

and the unborn