Death/Abortion

[fallingdisaster]

The Unborn

I don't know whether or not
if i'm a boy or a girl. All
I know is that today is my
twenty-third day living and
I should have green eyes with
the looks of my father and mother.

Today is the day when my mother
and father told me not
to worry and that they would always be with
me when I'm gone, and most of all,
they both love me dearly, and
told me that this was never my

fault. The next day I felt as if it were my fault
that I made my mother
throw up all over the bathroom floor and
made her cry so much that it seemed that I was not
inside of my mother, but inside of her heart. With

the next few moments I found myself with
blood running into my lungs and my
mother is dying, with me still inside, choking. All
of my mothers
organs were tieing up with mine. I did not
know if I was going to make it alive. And

my answer came. I was already planned to be killed. And
I heard the voices of my father and mother with
the doctor, saying they hope I would forgive them, I did not
get mad, nor did I seem to hate them, but I knew today was my
death day. I'd never get to be in the arms of my father and mother.
But I'd never regret this at all

because I know another day we will all
be together, as a family, and
I won't be without a father or mother.
I've never seen the outside world, but with
my mothers eyes, I know under why my
life was meant to be taken, and hers not.

When I died I did not know who I was with.
Neither did my unborn soul, sure did not.
And my mother, wont ever, forget me not.

(This is a form of poetry, which this is a Sestina)
*Dana*