Abortion At Seventeen
Abortion at seventeen
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The shades of black within you surface
before you lose consciousness on the
sanitized bed of the hospital.
No friendly face is waiting outside.
Your age is seventeen… almost.
This is the age of the quick use and throw.
The shades of black make you take an oath,
just before sleep, medicated sleep,
that you won’t attach yourself to
anyone for long. You are cured
from romances, immune from love.
These are the words that belong to past,
I urge to tell more to see if tears
are going to make you less of a goddess
which I think you actually are.
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
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