Abort

Posted: February 5, 2013 in Poetry
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Her thighs wet

As she bent backwards

&

Her back cracked

As the band it snapped

&

The fever climbed

The sweat it poured

&

Opened her eyes

For the first time

In a long time

&

I was at a loss

Froze in permafrost

From which one never recovers

How,

She used to smile

With me

How,

She used to dance

For me

 

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