#sevensofar

The first one.
It happened in a hospital.
When she was just 13.
Under the watchful eye
Of a doctor
Who said
That her body was too young.
To handle the rigours of childbirth.
He saved her from the man
Who had put her in family’s way.
Because he was married anyway.

The second time.
At 19.
Was her classmate at college.
He told a friend.
Who told another friend
Who knew a doctor friend.
Who put something inside her.
That cruelly ejected
The life growing inside of her.
The man, her classmate.
Called her spoiled goods
He couldn’t deal
And he left her.
For...
Another classmate.

Number three.
In a little backroom.
Of a dingy house
That called itself
A clinic.
In the front they
Did medical work.
But at the back
Was the devil’s workshop.
In a few hours.
She was freed.
Of that which
Had threatened to
Ruin her future.
He left her soon after.
Called her a whore.
Who couldn’t keep
Her legs shut.

Fourth time unlucky.
The condom broke.
After a party.
He was drunk
She had two glasses.
A one-night stand.
He had declared.
A crush on her.
Three months later.
He didn’t wanna know.
That must be one of
Your many men.
I cannot have babies.
I am young
Leave me alone.
This time she was stuck
Afraid that.
Her body could not
Take any more.
But when she walked.
Into that place
The one that was famous
For these kinds of things.
They welcomed her.
The fee was reasonable.
It would be clean
Free of pain
And so
Painlessly,
a life was cut short.
An innocent life.

But then one day.
She met a friend.
And they talked.
The friend said.
I cannot have bastards.
Because their fathers.
Just wanted.
Some fun with me.
Gave me money.
I got pregnant for them.
Then flushed their babies.
I’ve done seven so far.

The silence hangs heavy
The room is cold
Cold like her heart.