A small, not yet fully formed
fetal mouth stretches itself into a soundless scream.

She lays, prone and probed,
nerve endings numbed,
unaware of the destruction she agreed to within.

That small form,
scrapped from the womb,
lies torn and bloodied on a sanitized table.
It does not breathe,
and the amniotic fluid has drained
from its unformed lungs.

Consciousness returns.
Her insides ache, and she bleeds,
caking her inner thighs.

The tiny life she once carried
has been extinguished.
She will not look to the miniscule corpse.

She is at peace.