"It'll be fun" he says
with a chuckle that now bounces off
pristine white walls
built to house your secrets
not to hide them

My memory shoots me a reminder
of his eyes boring into me
I trade pride for a piece of future
Sinking into the cold plastic
lost in the emptiness of those sad waiting room stares

I dream of the tiny life within
The pulse that cries beats
that echo in the darkness
of its empty future

A silent scream sold to a time before consciousness
as it is torn from its lifeblood
A life conceived of pleasure long forgotten

A death etched in memory with warm blood
"The bleeding will stop soon..."
and cold tears that won't...

~ Shae Leigh
Mar-'99
-a work in progress-

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