La Muerte

I've been wanting to formulate this experience into prose.

At 1:43 PM on October 18th, I took a pill and aborted my child. That day was long and heavy...even now, my heart breaks. There were protestors outside screaming. Only if they knew, I was also screaming inside. Every second. Through the office, out the hall, into my car and on my drive home. It was exactly an hour later when the contractions tore through my body. I let not a soul into my room. I grieved and I refused to take any medication. I wanted to feel my wrongs. I wanted to feel the pain of regret. My pelvic bones felt like they were twisting inside out. I was giving birth again, just not the same result. I bled and cried. Yet, I did not let anyone in to help me. This was my doing and as my blood seeped through the sheets, as my sweat beaded down my head, a fever rushed through my body and the pain twisted my bones...

I learned to face Death head on.