Barren
A Poem By: Lee A. Zito
All she wants is a ring
there's one at Wal-mart
just nine ninety five.
She's still undeserving of it.
Maybe she'd even lose it.
And I use the word lose in a gentle way.
Discard, throw away, Trash.
Yes, trash...
The material wife
into matrimony life
She'll forget the baby,
never mind the pool of bloody fetuses.
She killed them all one by one
But had to have this one,
the doctors made her.
I wonder.
Will the law inspect the others too?
When she decided they shouldn't live?
From nameless death
the bastard children come alive.
The cradle cries loudly,
maybe for her lost brother, sister?
In the corner there is the good girl
cuddling her baby doll.
She is neglected and unloved.
Don't buy the ring
instead buy her a surgeon
to open her up one last time
and rip out the weeds.
Barren
I first read this over a week ago and didnt feel ready to comment after reading it. I have now read it four times and it is as disturbing now as it was then. I think you intended that. The phrase 'rip out the weeds' will remain with me for a long time.
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