After Birth

Don’t let the earth mother talk.
A joyous occasion, beautiful moments.

What does she know?
With her biodegradable nappies,
Organic mush, hand blended.
Breast milk flowing like a spring river.

Does she know pain.
The internal screams.
The guilt.
The self hatred.
The desire to die.

That small thing.
Looking at you.
Needing you.
Loving you.
Eating you.
Devouring you.
Consuming you.

Big eyes ordering at you.
You need sleep. You need help.

You smile and pretend.
Guilt grows.
Will it ever end?