She has found a new gentle love
But the first's wretched imprint is still there
He used to beat and rape her so bad that
Gunpowdered lesions and placid scars remains
Everytime she reaches the end of her first trimester
The only thing her knotted womb knows how to do
By automatic reflex,
Is suppress and suffocate any gilded life that attempts to grow there
To let the cluster of cells painfully leave her body
For fear it may produce anything that resembles him
Even long after he has gone
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