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Termination Birth

So many lies from her to me please don't tell him I'm pregnant I was raped she told the clinic and me the baby seems big for three months..... but clinics get money for this and charities give grants they don't ask too many questions 6 hrs crying and screaming till they chopped it up and sucked it through a young doctor panicking haven't destroyed one this big before have you you shit took a long hooked thing to really mess the wee thing up I saw it's dead eyes in the pan her dead eyes half-open and in a silent scream where is the fucking dad? The nurse whispered.. somewhere stoned, I said, I'm just her pal. Dad didn't want a small thing in his life my hands bled from her nails and this felt right my heart bled despair for her and the mess in the pan took her home in a taxi suspicious eyes on us, huddled smelling of sweat and blood, no clean-up she wanted to stay as soiled as she felt Year later in another room couldn't pee she wouldn't let me leave her got a urinary infection holding on longer this time thirteen hours of pain and fright no-one seemed to care again on a trolly in the cold where is the magic where is the fucking dad? A nurse whispered.. somewhere stoned, I am just her pal. twisting my hands she bit my face wanting a kiss as she pushed so hard the midwife dropped him halfway up her belly I dragged him to her face let go the doctor shouted told him to shut up or fuck off got yellow baby shit and blood in my mouth wanted doctor blood too tasted sweet somehow tasted of alive took 83 sedatives that night  her sister found me in ICU hard to die swap me for the wee dead one I'm fucked she would have been special saw her face She would have been 14 yrs old today
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Welsh
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Jan 17, 2011
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