Abortion

It's night

Your hair is matted in blood
My body is twisted in a knot

The redness is dragging me down
Into the ice pit

I can't move or the probe won't kill the fetus

and the mattress is soaked
and you seem half human and half fish

I hear your nails scratching, chewing metal,
the fosset dripping

I need distraction

I hear my blood, I hear the coal fire inside of me
I hear your acid death baby

and the pill bottle's empty

Thudding, hissing, a red mist in the air
are you suffocating or are you drowning?