I liked this poem about abortion.
The baby cries out
Only in dreams of repressed desire
Its melancholic wails have been silenced
By the loud music of sin-darkened parties
In rooms which no longer existed, men whose names
Have been forgotten, and the forbidden brush of bodies.
Read the rest. Really raw and edgy. This is what an abortion poem should be like.
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