Once, I was a something
something special
something meaningful
something valuable
made in you
with someone else
I remember
the warm water
I stayed in there
and grew bigger, stronger, and happier
Four months later,
I could touch you, kick you, even hear you
you could feel mine
I could feel yours
I felt love
Something was going to happen
a bad omen
I smelled doctor, surgery, medicine
My water was no longer friendly
but dirty and chilly
a long iron forceps,
searching me
like an assassin finding the king
suddenly
my head explored
like an atomic bomb
I wanted to punch
but my hands were gone
I wanted to kick
but my legs were gone
I broke into pieces
like the mermaid princess
I smelled violence
I smelled tenseness
I smelled tears
I am a shade
a wraith
a death,
if you hate me.
I am a spirit
a soul
a self,
if you love me.
I am created for death
I am a nothing.
I want to call you
Mom
Do you love me?
ABORTION
- 4月 29 週二 200817:17
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