The drapes never fit this room.
The drapes never fit your womb.
And she stole the cradle
and with it the world.
Prostitues knew before she had a clue
about the infant growing swollen like
her belly.
and if time played it's cards
you'd know life beginning was not so far
away from the reasons she should have said no
In the back of a car
drunk and smitten
man caressing her bare sides
offering her a ride
into an exsistance she could never deny
now that this baby was inside
of her
becoming
real.
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