Abortion Poem by Nassy Fesharaki
Abortion
Abortion
My palm full
To my nose is an arm
All’s Stench
“What a smell! ”
Like snake
My tongue out
Made to touch
“It tastes hell! ”
That was oil
Thin carbon
From the bush
From the trees
Or mammoths
Like you, me
Compressed
Millenniums
What a shame
Mother’s womb
Cracked, parted
Aborted is fetus
Look is foul
Taste is foul
Most of all
Act is foul
Seven sisters
It was shame
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