Small Voice
Small Voice
Inside.
I am changing.
It happened.
I don’t want it too.
It was a mistake.
My heart is racing, I checked the stick.
Yes, it is for real. I am with child.
I need to dump this problem.
I need to let go, of him.
He does not want me.
He does not want us. (us?)
Butterflies, trains, duck tails,
and cookies for the holiday.
Nonsense, what is this?
I can not think clearly…
I walk by the window, at the mall.
Little toys and things, … I begin to cry.
I am going to die.
I want to die.
I should go now…
I delay,
I don’t know why…
I am stupid.
He called me this morning.
He does not believe me.
He hates me,
and never wants to see me again.
Today, today I will kill it.
Today, today my baby kicked me.
Today, I decided He was a dick.
Today, I decided to be a mom.
Copyright © Ann Foster | Year Posted 2019
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