Ode To The Unborn Poem by christy fallon

Ode To The Unborn



beggars, drunks, druggies howl in the night
young girls' mind screams with fright
secrets from family pure and blue
showing no care
though they never knew

young girls' faced with dread
longing to be free
she'd rather be dead
dark shadows cast over her orgasmic state
faced with only an ugly fate

Saturday, December 1, 2012
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