I’ve bled out every month for years,
But nothing hurts like this.
I never heard your hopes or fears.
There’s nothing there to miss.
You started as a purple plus
Upon a plastic test.
You’ll never cry, you’ll never fuss.
You’ll not be laid to rest.
I flushed you down the toilet bowl,
Lost amongst the silt.
I failed to bring forth your soul.
You’ll never know my guilt.
~written 3 years ago today.