Coercion of thighs
Under  the persuasion of a deserted road
And  the weakness of your knees.
You may cry out for the cleansing of your womb
From  the filth,
The  residue of evil
That  infects you from the inside.

"You are a murderer,
worse than a ******!
You stole life!"

Could you plead and longer to
Whatever lies above your matted hair
And shaken shoulders
To tear out this grudge
That  feeds off your fear?
It blooms with a life so
Tainted.
For an unwanted kiss
Is unwanted nonetheless,
No matter how gentle
Or sweet.

Could you gaze into the mirror,
The visage of charred innocence,
Swollen  abdomen,
Bursting  with life from inside,
A  life you fear to resemble
Your  salted stranger
Who took the light from your eyes
And fed it to his gluttonous evil.
Sever the ties,
The umbilical chain of memory
Leashing your pleasure
To the filth of dominant lust.
Begin from the mud on your knees
Where you fell to the asphalt
Where the Baby's Breath grew in the cracks.
Sink into cleansing waters
And release.

Forget, but do not forgive.
For you wish for the freedom of this birth
Like  an animal,
Caught  in a trap,
Wishes  to gnaw off it's own leg.

Now go.
And when the time has arrived,
Blossom  life within you
With  a heart so red and swollen
From  the purity, the tenderness
Of  a welcomed hand.
And it will be love's face that you cradle.