Floating Fetus


Floating fetus, are you secure?
In mother’s womb, a marvel pure
Content it kicks, and with a small smile
It is wanted and loved, there is no denial

It’s body starts burning, it starts to feel dread
Something is quite wrong, his skin has turned red
It kicks and it screams, and it begs and it pleads
But nothing will stop, these excruciating deeds

A piercing sharp pain, the back of his head
As scissors are inserted, He is quite dead
And as his head is collapsed, and his body sucked away
Leaves everyone wondering, could there have been
Another way?