Stable Black Hole
Fancy words for dead things
I want to think of them now
But I can’t
All I can hear are his words
Insane to me, but so logical to him
‘You can’t have children?’
‘You can’t give me a family?’
‘Why didn’t you tell me! You lied to me!’
‘Get away from me!’
How pathetic
How pitiful
That what judges my worth
Is my ability to give birth
If that is true
Then I was dead before I was born
As stillborn as my legacy
There are no fancy words here
Sterile
Infertile
Barren
Useless
Words for me
A dead thing
