The Reason Kathleen Brunelle Three little girls baby-doll, white-bowed, egg-nog speckled pearls know another was on the way. The doctor just said, "It's coming Alice." A slender man who softly snores dreaming of violins and Christmas dinner don't know it's coming. I am awake. It is awake. It crawls in my body. I love it already. Coat hanger steel stole up and inside, I rain blood between my legs finger-painting the smooth cold flesh of my inner thigh. Get it out. Get it out. Blood-stained sopping hair caresses the floor and I am Christened in a garnet sunset, crooning a eulogy a lullaby. © Kathleen Brunelle Submit your comments on this story to our MoxieTalk discussion group by clicking here!   You can also send your comments directly to the author using the form below. You can do both by typing your response below, submitting it and then copying it, going to MoxieTalk, and pasting it into the form there for posting a message. Please include your e-mail address if you would like the author to be able to write you back. Copyright 2002 Moxie Magazine All Rights Reserved