Abortion....

This is what I think it would be like for the child that you are/have killing/killed if you are/have going to have/had an abortion...

Abortion

Cold metal pincers clamp your head,
Cracking your skull, wrenching you free.
A silent scream echoes throughout the sac.
As the babe convulses and shudders,
As undeveloped sinews are wrenched apart,
As limbs are torn from their sockets,
As the heart throbs furiously before bursting,
Slowly, inevitably,
The babe is yanked from the protectorate womb.
And in a naseating concoction of pain and gore
The product of love will never know love.