By Ashley Crisp
My hair tangled with pine needles
Finger nails dug into the musty earth
A voice lingering
To escape through
Maybelline smeared lips
Mascara trickling down ghostly cheeks
Grunts and moans drowned out my sobs
As he buried himself inside me.
I sit in the baby blue waiting room
Nervously tapping my pumas
Scuffing the marble tile
Robin Mead babbles about heart disease on
The Accent Health channel
Formaldehyde and chlorine trickle up my nostrils
Uneasy pits in my stomach warn me that the
Nurse will call my name.
I never expected to love
This jelly bean in my tummy
Created out of disgust
Torture
Rising from the chair
I run through the linoleum doors
It is my right to choose.
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