Murder
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I killed him
I knew it was a ‘him’
when I felt life curl up
in my insides.
I hated him, a tiny
speck of nuisance.
I carried my burden
facing the tomorrows
of adjustments.
I remembered bored
passions, clinging in
miseries of middle class plights.
A night of darkness, brought
life to be thwarted.
We planned it all well, we
who played Gods, like children.
A few days that’s all and then
the hook will tear him alive.
So we did, one morning
on a green bed, I tore my womb
of life. I felt it tug, I even heard
a faint cry. I felt a sigh, all
budgets in place.
Life moved on
but passion clings became
rare, for my mind
still bore the seeds of love
that never got touched anywhere.
I was a mother, I had a child
and I knew I had lost that life
I killed it, but my mind
saw him alive, inside, swimming
happily in my fluids of love.
One day he would,tear me apart
and jump out into life.
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nice thoughts..