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The Abortion

by

Sarah Bush

crippled silence - deaf and dumb
the broken bones are long past numb
speckled darkness - clouding - clearing
ghostly thoughts - enchanted visions
perpetrate irrational decisions
the deaf ear turns a jaded nose
with lightning temper - fever grows
clicking - clicking - clicking
rising heat with spotted flame
tearing flesh - crimson shame
bloody aftermath there remained
from this moment life was drained

When Am I?

by

Sarah Bush

Here I sit,
There you sit,
You sit there reading what I am sitting: here writing,
Here is now,
There is the future,
But there, here is the past.

I wept.

by

Sarah Bush

I closed my door; I sat and I wept.
For something I didn't do;
my eyes wrung out like an old dishrag
my heart breaking with every tear
sobbing and holding my head,
I wept.

Why I cried was because,
I lied, it really was something I did,
but just couldn't admit.

Love's Roses

by

Sarah Bush

The black brittle pieces of petal
once red and full of poison
bend backward - breaking - snapping
the emotion is dead - like the rose
Thorns more potent in the dying state
tear the last tenderness apart
the seeds fall - dried and cracked
never to redden into life
The aroma once sweet in wafting air
stagnates now
The feeling is gone - like the rose
The thinning skeleton weakens - bending - weeping
death kisses the earth
magnified through morning tears
Leaflets crumple in the scorching sun - screaming - begging
sunlight sneers at the destruction
Darkened symbols of love - hoping - praying
but gone forever
magnified through mourning tears

Spot

by

Sarah Bush

If I had a dog,
I'd have to name him Spot
so that when he soiled my carpets
with his yellow stains and canine smells
I could merely Yell,
"Out damned Spot!"
As if it were a brilliant Shakespearean Play.

spank me

by

Sarah Bush

I've been a
Bad little girl
Spank me
Daddy don't
Spank me

spank me harder

by

Sarah Bush

daddy don't stop
spank me harder
please don't
mom your next
abortion

THE SPANKING

by

Sarah Bush

SPANKING MAY COME AND SPANKING MAY GO BUT THE RED MARK IT LERAVES WILL EVER SO GLOW