Mary breaks into a cold, damp sweat,
her eyes bloodshot, her skin crawling
as she takes one more breath and screams,
pushing baby into open air,
riding a rush of adrenaline and blood so pure
that it can only be love.
Deep down, though, she knows that love
is far more than chemicals and sweat,
and she wonders if the hope she has is pure
enough to keep the doubts from crawling
out of their corner and sucking...