Mercuria: Naturally, I too must write about abortion. Hey, everyone else is doing it!
Anyway, this story/poem is based on the third portion of "If These Walls Could Talk", which is an amazing, mind-blowing movie. It is not autobiographical in any way, shape, or form. The rating is for abortion, implied sexual activity, and (later) violence and blood.
Summary: An uptight college student overcompensates on the whole relaxation thing and goes out drinking with a friend. Sex and then pregnancy results. Review.
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It was a mistake
Reason clouded by-
Living the studious schoolgirl life
but for one Friday night in a bar
In the vertigo
friend becomes lover
But for one night of dizzy kisses
making love on a park bench
things could have been-
Waking up the next day
in his bed
A pain like fever
dull pounding ringing aching
What was done?

But for one sick revelation:
"You're going to have a child"
my world would not have crashed
Yet it is done
It is crashed
Oh my- I can never show my face
I'm a disgrace
I see them already- accusing
Pointing and hissing "slut"
No no no
That's not what happened
It was one night- one night
and not the way I live my life
not who I am
What have I done?
I can't have this child
I won't
My mother she'd-
She'd smile and act like nothing's wrong
give me a place to stay
protect me from their whispers
if for only a short time
But I know she'd cry
Those stern accusing faces
they'd accuse her too
What can I do?

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Mercuria: Well, I'm pro-choice, as well as being pro-abortion in some
cases. The next chapter is ... next. Yeah. (Review.)