maternity

 a childless mother of none
 a heathen,
(To fail)
 her purpose redirected at the tender age
 of twenty two

 (a walking casket, the crowd
 throws flowers,
and mourns, 
 spitting sentiments of well wishes and
 good health. Rejoice!)

 open up the hollow points
 of her decaying 
Womb, 
(the space has been labeled
 an empty tomb)
Wasted
 and stripped, for her purpose is
 not
 but to exist, and 
Nothing more


~A. L. Stippich

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