Murder By Numbers Poem by Nadine Kjaerbaek
Murder By Numbers
The need to relate
Desire to create
And what is gone now
Can never return
Fires that burn
Flames that take away.
Murderer am I
Act of demonics
Killing the baby
They say I aborted
Yes and I negated
Pieces of tissue
Nothing not a life breathing
Sign the line here
Fine by me
Was not a heart beating
I did just fine
Comfortable with the reckoning
Not my bag of skin
I was fine
No regrets
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Write comment. Such a nice poem, Nadine. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks