They Know Not What They Do
Souls of the unborn, caressed by the meadows’ gentle winds.
Seeking their mothers arms, for they were
blessed, beautiful twins!
She’s vaping Fentanyl in a bar, looking for a new, hot lover?
A murderess, in tight jeans and sweater, her
deadly deed, under cover.
Not alone, she….her sisters from the morning‘s Pro-Choice rally,
Cheering on death of souls to be, in a phantasmagoric.
rat-filled alley.
11/28/2022
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2022
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