Saturday, August 8, 2020

The aborted foetus

Tweaking, shooting high

rushing through blood veins 

piercing a gap through my skin 

pushing down the plunger

euphoria flows into my limbs 

catatonic stances pass into my limbs


the needle comes out followed

by a bright red dribble 

of drug induced blood 

collapsing and falling onto the floor

passed out to sleep forever more


In a sharp twisting action

she tears a large fish hook 

from the clay tiled wall

& on returning -

a thick yellow paste 

exudes from several holes 

& there sitting in the bath beside her

is a misshapen foetus bolted upright

the size of a thigh

It resembles a seahorse 

with muscly shoulders 

it sits there inertly

it's eyes covered 

in a thin reddish membrane of skin 


She waits for it to speak

to explain itself

to pass judgment 


it is in this space 

this vision

this tolling of truth 

that she awakens-


It is a dark summer morning 

the rain drumming

in a mesmerising chant

on the steel roof above her.

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