Slipping through the cracks. I never saw.

Held prisoner in a place that resembled a war.

It started with the tearing of my flesh.

Ground down.

Until I could barely

Utter a sound.

Freak. She cried, the woman in the gown.

Frown, and frowned.

But no sound.

I sat up, reached out.

Only to be slapped down.

Words left my mouth

But nobody heard.

No ears to listen, no eyes to see.

Blinded by the hate.

Not your baby.

Not your fate.

I was left standing at the gate.

Empty womb, empty arms.

Tease glistened

As I shout.

What’s wrong?

What’s wrong?

What’s wrong with my baby?

So many drugs

So, no sound.

She didn’t cry

I leapt up.

Then pushed down, hands all around, hate abounds.

She’s not yours.

She’s gone to where she belongs.

Strangers. Gaping mouths with lusted lips curled up

In a grimace.

She’s ours.

Not from our body, but, who cares.

You’re a nobody, you don’t deserve to hold the one you bore

That’s for us.

We’re in control

They told us

She’s  ours

We own her.

Her soul belongs to us.

We’ll grow her, we’ll train her up.

She no longer belongs to you

The government gave her to us.

We take possession

And God help you if you ever

Turn up.

She’ll grow to hate you

And only know

What we tell her.

You gave her away.

What difference will it make

She will be happy

Knowing only us.

We saved her from you. That’s what we’ll tell her and that’s what she’ll believe.

We won’t call it brainwashing

We call it, she’s the chosen one.

She will be happy with our lies.

That’s the price, you pay

For falling into our trap.

We sit in the driver’s seat

You aren’t even in the car.

The train has left the station.

Your life

Will not be the same.

Learn to live with your loss as we learn to live with our gain.

Yet years down the track

We’ll let you know

How much money we spent, and how much you owe, for all that we have done

To raise the child we’ll tell everyone, you left behind.

@ Christine Anne Cole.