Waiting room

TW: Sexual Assault; Miscarriages/Abortion

I remember the moon
doing its thing as it does
eloquently ignoring.
Belly bubbling I walked through dimly lit streets
middle of the road avoiding jumping strangers.
And
cool now I wait
for my call to the room
where the woman (I hope)
will preside and decide to proceed
permission given.
And
take away this implanted thing
not chosen
not wanted
resisted with claws and spitting jaws
kicking out but too weak to fend off
muscle-powered vice
rucked up
mouth jammed
body rammed
limp.
And
no-one would know.