Sometimes we just need to say what is in our hearts.
The title is ” I have a poem”
Some say My Body, My Choice.
Then comes coupling, obscuring the voice.
One heartbeat, then there are two.
One must die, who will choose.
Little voices screaming in my head.
You can’t be here, you are dead.
Bits and pieces on the floor.
How can you stand all that gore?
My Body, My Choice.
Can’t you hear its tiny voice.
