Alive In Utero

She hides from her mother

ignores her dad,

she dwells within loss

and all things sad

her stomach's sick in the morning

she doesn't know why,

oh, she locks herself away

to break down and cry

heart jitters -

throat chokes in a lump -

every time her mind strays

to thoughts of her body's little flat bump

knowing what it might be

paranoid about how much it shows,

fooling herself no one will notice

even if it grows -

alas her head swells

sick with clotted disdain

no she can't carry on -

can't carry on with the pain

so up she opens to her parents

tears flowing from both eyes

unmasking the secret

that for months she's disguised

distraught, weeping,

the sordid act now told,

her mother heartbroken

her father disgusted but bold

"There's only one thing to do,"

he muttered with a voice that was hoarse

and down the bloody route of abortion

did they both start to course

her mother weak, pleading,

begging her daughter to think again -

her father furious, saying don't be so stupid

she's only the age of ten

and so Alice had enough

buckled and snapped,

her lust for life

sorrows parasite finally sapped

off the city bridge, into the icy water

did she jump and dive -

now encapsulated within the womb of death,

that keeps both mother and child alive.