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the creature left her body
on an early summer day,
when no hospital was open
and no doctor would come all the way.
with the help of the barber
who she knew would later play the martyr,
she cut the stubborn cord
and never once looked at the creature
in fear of seeing a trace of its father.
she held it in her hands,
swaying it one time,
then another
knowing she
just gave birth to a child
but she will never be a mother.
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Napoleon
Poetry❞he swore he'd let her kill him a million times and a million more before he laid a finger on a single thread of the dress she wore.❞ [©2016PO]
