She cannot scream--yet she knows such pain.

Pincers and needles pierce and rip apart her skin until she is nothing but shreds,

while her mother waits in a drug-induced sleep

for it all to be over--to again be empty--and go on with her life,

never again to think of the unborn "inconvenience"

as she goes off to dance once more and create another unknown father,

all for the sake in the name of "fun--"

which is just another one of her words for "irrsponsible" and an illegitimate excuse

for such behavior, as her daughter rots in a trash can. 

She doesn't even think twice

about killing her baby girl.