Abortion Poem by Doris Cornago

A step back in time in the middle of a desert

Looking to quench my thirst and found water

Should there be too little, I would not dare waste it

If too much, I will tip the vessel and leave the rest for later


You are indeed the best of the bunch, in the dim light

Your head shows a halo, your face all aglow

Is it just me or it it really you, or a ghost?

Trying hard not to drown in the shallow loneliness


The sound of your footsteps recede faintly slithering

How many hours ago on Skype or 'aeons of strife' ago?

The waiting period has moved to another 15 days

The baby kicks inside my womb, are you aborting soon?