she dies in the earth as well
lately all of my poetry (available at eat these words) is about abortion. and i’m not really sure what i’m attempting to do with it, its just what i feel like writing about. i think its based mostly on my feeling like i have been aborted or am about to be aborted and i have to justify it, i don’t know. i don’t know. its not that i’m pregnant. or that i could become pregnant. its just that its what i’m compelled to write about. the suffering and agony and beauty that i see is best expressed through poetry.. about abortion this time. i don’t know. perchance i’ll figure it out someday but until that day.