The Unborn

The Unborn short poem

Photo by Román Emin

He was left inside me,
still living but not born.
One dark night when bodies heated up,
love flourished in the form of lust
he was dropped inside carelessly,
by that indecent lover.

He survived but was not meant to be alive,
none praised him, none wanted him.
He was forced to die inside the womb,
washed away by those medical flushers.

He died but he didn’t leave me,
still stuck to the inner walls like a parasite.
Transcendentalizing slowly from my womb to my heart,
still crawling inside my body,
living little footprints over my deserted body and soul.
He was left unborn,
the love child of an illegitimate relationship.

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Feeling the remnants of lost love within…truly moving …


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