More English class. My friend thought this would be amusing, but I was feeling slightly pissy so when she gave the prompt (write a poem about sterility), I was just like "Fine but don't expect it to be funny." El producto:

xoxoxox

The news is pounding

In

Her

Brain.

The one thing she has always

Wanted

Gone.

Hopes are dashed,

Shredded like cat claws

Through

Curtains.

There will be no baby,

The doctor's verdict.

Frozen words fall from his

Lips

Like

Poison.

Blame the man.

There will never be a baby.

Blame the man.