Aborted

The walls around me are scarlet.

They are alive, breathing and moving.

The world around me is getting smaller,

or am I getting bigger?

She spreads her palm over taut flesh.

She knows she is alive, breathing.

All that she can hear is the doctor's

voice echoing in her ears.

Suddenly, light, like a gaudy flower,

blooms upon my face. Pain merges

with every cell in my body. If I could

cry I would, torn into pieces by

she who should have loved me.