- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Regret
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Tomorrow, I’m driving my sister to kill her baby.
How am I going to stay steady at the wheel?
It’s going to be such a long drive.
One tiny victim,
Caged in the car,
Caged in a belly.
Today I made the calls.
I wrote down directions.
There is a plan.
This is premeditated.
I am an accomplice.
I keep crying,
but there isn’t anything more to do.
In the morning the car will start.
She will get in.
I will drive.
He won’t be there.
And I’ll be sitting in a room with strangers
trying to pretend like all of the rest of them
that a tragic progression didn’t bring me there.
I’ll turn pages in old magazines,
that I won’t be reading.
I’ll be thinking about a child I won’t be holding.
Little hands and tiny fingers.
Someone I won’t get to spoil.
She called me crying.
- COMMENTS
annaswirlsover 19 years agomentioned in today's reviews http://www.literotica.com:81/forum/showthread.php?s=&postid=10737310#post10737310
no thermometer reading
Tathagataover 19 years agowell written poem.
Your work has a distinct voice and feel
That's a good thing.
WickedEveover 19 years agoGod, this content is heartbreaking. I feel sick to my stomach. That first line is shocking. The poetry is written with realistic phrases.
