The Woman and Her Unborn Child part 1

The_Woman_And_Her_Unborn_Child I

The nose masks, the blue overalls, the theatre lights;
Men and women passing items over me,
Syringes, scissors, blades... all manner of nefarious items.
I see blood flow from here there
I can’t feel me nomore,
They work meticulously,
Trying to salvage what’s left of me-
Rather, all left from me.
The pulse is gone, it left an hour ago
The flow is stopped.
They work with hopes to revive,
Little did they know that I and my young ones left an hour ago.
From heaven we watch,
As they try to salvage what’s left of me

Rather, all left from me

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