The cry of the unborn wakes me
i remember,the memory of the pain
its accusing eyes piercing through
the restless soul of a guilty mother.
only at the edge of blissful reasoning
did she master the cry of agony in pain
of a soul in perish.
in a mind jail without choice,she is
convicted in a playground of carcass
sentenced of murder
of an infant that never was.
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