6.24.2015

Unborn

Unborn


How barren the fruit
Of this life un lived.

How much garbage
has filled the veins
where rich blood
would have flowed?

Instead, the heart
Choked. Withered.
Dying on the vine

just as
my womb, a grave
for the child unborn

Better off, lest he inherit
these selfish, female
genes.

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