Lying On The Doctor's Table
this seems relevant now more than ever
It seems wrong
letting a doctor pry
her open, like the man
who left this life inside her
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The cold metal of the curette
looping and looping
around what remains
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A warm tear streams down her face
burning against the cold below
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Her back aches with pressure
Her legs shake with agony
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She squeezes her hands
She curls her toes
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And knows that she isn’t going to be the same
after he's taken his hands out of her
after he's taken out
an unwanted part of her
About the Creator
Isabella Walker
I'm trying my best so if you're reading this, thank you! (Most of these pieces I will be revising and editing throughout this process, keep coming back for updated pieces!!)
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