Her shadow didn’t know it.
Neither the air
Nor the hearts near her.
When she expressed
The tempest echoed it
And she made a grave
Where she laid down her love.
She had an abortion
But the sleeping existence rebels
Like the tides of the sea,
And the bubbles of the rain.
Even knowing it’s a heinous crime;
It was indispensable.
She had an abortion
For a better time.
