It is
Creaking
Opening
Allowing
Enters
A man
A woman
A doctor
I feel
Bothered
Frustrated
Nauseated
They look
At me
My arms
My health
I wished it had stayed closed
That stupid
Door
• • •
The doctor told me horrible news,
saying my abortion was just no use.
"We know what happened, the signs are here.
We know that you only acted in fear."
The woman spoke; she was there the whole time.
It was only then I had realized she had been mine.
My best friend and protector, there for me always.
My mother who stays, until the end of her days.
"Can you tell us what you did yesterday?
Can you tell why you delayed?"
Why didn't I tell them before?
That is an answer I'm still searching for.
I told them what happened, breaking into a sob.
I told them what happened, of what I had been robbed.
It broke their hearts which were now shattered.
Strangely enough, I almost felt flattered.
Flattered that they cared enough to be broken.
That care for me, the ultimate love token.
I didn't know what to do or what to say next. All I could think of what the night we met.
The night had been extraordinarily fun,
Until I realized it had only begun.
I tried not to go back to that terrible, dark place.
I would not go back to what makes my heart race.
All I want to do is forget.
Forget of the horrible day we had met
I could feel eyes on me burning holes,
I could feel eyes looking deep in my soul.
I couldn't figure out just whose they were.
But they felt familiar; ones used to lure.
He stared at me and I stared back.
He glared at me, ready to attack.
He stood away from me, lacking rapport.
Then all that was between us, was a thin, white door.
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