Inside
by Kris Underwood
While you were inside
Ferocious kicks
Affected my side,
Just below the ribs.
A foot, perhaps? A hand
Rising against the
Tide of my skin?
Instinct grew in every way
While you moved inside.
And still,
A year and a half past
I can remember movement
Fluid in nature.
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Kris Underwood's writing has been featured in Poetry Midwest, MotherVerse, The Whole Mom and a previous issue of MWLM, among others. She can also be found at her blog, Writing In The Mountains krisunderwood.blogspot.com, as well as Vermont Photo Blog, www.vtphotoblog.blogspot.com, and is working on the early stages of an on-line portfolio.
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