She sits in the Doctor's office,
with one thing on her mind;
To rid herself of this Fetus,
so she can go on with her life.
~
Her dreams would all be ruined,
if this child were to be born;
She just can't let that happen,
thus she decides to Abort.
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They call her back to a room,
she follows the Nurse's lead;
Gently she lays on the bed,
then sees the ******* machine.
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Her mind is filled with doubt,
"Am I making a huge mistake;
The baby isn't even alive,
get a grip, for pity sakes."
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Then the Doctor enters the room,
he is really quite polite;
Inside of her, he inserts a tube,
and she squeezes her eyes tight.
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But deep within the occupied Womb,
the Fetus flinches away;
As the hose begins to tear apart,
how and what it may.
~
Then it grabs onto her tiny hand,
no longer a thumb to ****;
The baby's eyes are filled with tears,
for the pain is just too much.
~
Little by little, it tears her apart,
no one can hear her screams;
But parts of her pass through the tube,
thanks to that horrid machine.
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Her tiny head is the last to go,
donned in curly, black hair;
She's simply but a memory,
Mama's product of an affair.

wrapped up in caramel daydreams,
trying to resolve the screams,

down the windelstán, below,
is someone that he used to know,

one reached for a grip,
a one cold water sip,

but one could never hold,
as he was far too old,

nor old of age, nor old of gold,
but blood dripped down and it was cold,

thee chateau, a ****** mine,
crying crystals over wine,

given screams, now, louder tune,
mixing sugar with a spoon,

he can’t get them out his head,
wrapped, in bed he’s turning mad,

spiral staircase leads to cache,
he’s stabbed by guilt, gone in dash,

thee chateau still there remains,
screams still whisper, leaving stains.

do you hear the whispers
Tangled
in the screams?
can you hear the truth
Mangled
by the lies?