Where The Never Borns Find a Home
11/23/2023
Souls of the unborn, caressed by the meadows’ gentle winds.
Seeking their mothers arms, for they were her angelic, blessed
Blossoming,beautiful twins!
Mother is vaping Fentanyl in a bar, looking for a new, hot lover?
A murderess, in expensive tight jeans, sweater…hiding her
deadly deed, under cover.
Not alone, she, her sisters, tired, at the morning‘s Pro-Choice rally.
Were cheering on death of souls to be, laughing, ever-so heartily in.
rat-filled alleys,
Remember this…?” Father, forgive them, for they know what they do!”
Both men and their lovers might regret this …years down the road!!
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2023
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