Miscarriage

[DanielBenoit]

Fleeting night in bonfire
Conception at midnight
Brief solidarity.

The moon plummets down upon the sprinkling air
The alcohol sanitizes hands, artificial water.
The luminous reflection which so seemed to be the plunging
Twine, now splashes upon the shimmering lake.
Reflection of face and silent memory, awakening
Empty forest once alive, integrating
Signs of reiterating wake
Regurgitating ache
Plummets down to the filtering vacuum.
Fetus, a dry expectation
Already, once dead.

“Doth thee have the shimmering glow of thy lunar orbit in thine hands?
Crush it”

[Bakiryu]

While I quite like this, it didn't flow as much as your other poems. I do love the imagery and the idea behind it. :3

[Haunted]

The contrast of the brief encounter with three short lines, followed by a much longer sketch of the gruesome, painful operation, is excellent. The end quote is stunning.