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An abortion can be a harrowing experience for a woman, scarring her for ever. A poignant portrayal of a mother's loss, in this short poem.
An abortion can be a harrowing experience for a woman, scarring her for ever. A poignant portrayal of a mother’s loss, in this short poem.
Something inside me died today, Churning my insides into a rage. Unacknowledged screams of an acknowledged silence, A bastard unborn, forgotten.
Melancholy set inside of me today, Turning this room into a cage. My insides lie on a plate like a frozen dish served, An underbelly of a weeping willow bellowing from under below.
An existentialists heaven draws lines, The non believer overlooks. The tell tale signs of a love forsaken, The death of that dying within.
They danced that day, they plastered a sinister smile, On a face painted gay growing morose over a while. The wildflowers bloomed, the mocking Jay ‘jayed’, It was a happy day for both the dying and the dead.
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