A LETTER FROM AN ABORTED BUNDLE

by Sive Klaas   Apr 17, 2017


Shrill, the silent cry of an unborn baby.
She squawks with a squeal cry.
Shrieking; trying to escape the strain, but
Obstructions strangles him- "oh, an innocent baby"

Mifepristone, pierces the feeble bod.
The contractions, cramps and cricks in her
Body- never made her aware of the tiny fleshes;
Floods of red rain banishing the psyche, and the
Sky gloomy.

A homicide, she is; on the street looks
Beautiful and innocent. With words inside.
"Dear mama, your humour was hurried.
With him, you sucked my blood."

An aborted Bundle, never performs the
Riot rites. "I long your touch, but I will
Never return on earth again. To you I was worthless"
But, where I am. I am peaceful rested"

The young insensible make-up'd lady,
Thinks of freedom. She is at liberty
Her mind is filled with lies. The perished signs
"Yours un-named baby"
Her mother, I call her 'THE BUTCHER'

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  • 5 months ago

    by Brenda

    Wow, this is really hard hitting. Tough read but well done-

  • 5 months ago

    by Ren

    I am speechless. Extremely powerful write, and like Phil said, it hits hard.

  • 5 months ago

    by Phil

    This hits hard!

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