Abortion PoemHi mommy.Abortion Poem3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You don't know me yet but let me tell you something about me: I'm just an embryo.
I have no conscience and no thought process. I'm just living off YOUR body for now.
I am basically a growing vegetable. I don't have a name. I don't know my name because I don't even know what a name is.
I'm barely a human being at this point. I don't even look like one. As a matter of fact I'm not even the size of a quarter.
I have the the potential to live.
But I have no concept of that so it's really your choice seeing as I'm in YOUR body.
Oh wait, you aborted me.
Cool I don't have a thought process or feelings anyways.
You made your CHOICE. I have no regrets as I was never aware and again I can't feel. Which means I don't even exist to write this parody of a failed guilt trip.
Each abortion made is another woman's choice. A right executed and one less ass to wipe.
BRING ON THE HATE!
The ScarfPurple silk, smooth and cool like her skinThe Scarf3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pagan celestial symbols sparkle against the firelight like her eyes do
I twist the fabric in my fingers imagining it to be her hair
My skin, my very blood is ablaze
Every place the material, still perfumed by her sweet agonizing scent, burns me
Oh it burns, it burns, it burns
My gypsy burns
Out of the Comfort Zone IIIOut of the Comfort Zone III7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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After the shoot, Xullrae turned the lock and entered her quiet one bedroom apartment. All of her coworkers could not believe she lived here. Oh it was nice as far as a small apartments went, but that was just it, it more an attic than a building. Her downstairs neighbors loved her, but no one, not even them, understood why would someone with so much money wanted to live there in that small space.
Xullrae had no tv, and the refrigerator faced a bed big enough for three. Two feet away was her kitchen counter with appliances hanging from the ceiling. Two lamps were the only source of light. Everything was evenly spaced to give the illusion that there was more room available than what was truly there. The place was truly spotless and clean, as the one lamp cast a sparkling glow everywhere.
The drow entered a small doorframe and flicked the switch to the other lamp and immediately looke