Abortion

Abortion

Morning after pill,
Tough—not impossible—to swallow.
Poisoned, carefree swill:
Candied arsenic.

Empty, thoughtless notions,
Strokes and gropes and kisses.
Indifferent, heartless notions,
Soul-rectifying impiety.

Lambasted heart yearns
For more and less and more.
Yet every second burns
For ill-conceived climax.

Pulse quickening,
Breath thickening,
Raspy, slobbered pants,
Light pours in—
Then darkness.

A final drawn respiration
And the fountain.

Love-imbittered, empty
Open spigot.

Then salty, sweaty hugs,
Then sleep.

Alone again.

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