Abortion

Lips sewn shut:
stained, inert
in the flush of liberation —
the hacking up of
crowning tongues,
once flickering
in the rush of air.

The remnants linger,
intact;
adornments for
a disused room,
all half-life
and hard waste.

Corrode them.
Sob peacefully,
and speak of 
hells averted.

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~ by David Heslin on 10/12/2012.

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