One hundred sets of words arranged in a variety of emotional settings 
I pause postpartum, confused 
Still pregnant with ideas and an inexplicable feeling of dread.

Someone should rescue me,

slay my dragons mindful not to spill my blood.
I have spilled my words like living seeds 
To germinate or cure or to serve as omens

Postpartum I am 
Crazy from loss 
Bewildered 
Bedeviled 
Wordless word loss 
Moonstruck.