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The Morning-After Pill
by Wendy GealIntertwining spark and spark
Igniting, a dirty thing it is
We are
The thing that makes spring come again
But I should know by now,
That nothing green will ever come from me
The bad drought,
A dried up waste.
I do this to myself, I shut the water off
On a fire that is already burning
I shut myself off, a pill to murder
A cold sip of water
And it is done.
I could do this again & again
After every erotic touch
I fear spring, I do not wish to see it
I am the jagged thorn in a rosebush
That suffocates everything
Though everytime I see a flower
I feel heartbreak. 06/30/2005 Author's Note: DISCLAIMER: This poem is neither against or for abortion.
Posted on 06/30/2005
Copyright © 2024 Wendy Geal
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jersey D Gibson on 06/30/05 at 07:56 PM Yeah I like how your bring about the thought of the 'morning-after' pill. awesome
yer pal
Jersey |
| Posted by Bradd Howard on 06/30/05 at 08:35 PM amazingly powerful work... I wouldn't consider it pro or con abortion but just one woman's juorney and thoughts... very nicely done |
| Posted by Lulu Alder on 07/01/05 at 04:02 AM I seriously have goosebumps. It's such a powerful piece with those last two lines. I appreciated the many water/fire and growth/decay images. They worked perfectly for this subject. |
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