today i saw a photograph of a woman
knees splayed
folded over herself
face down
bloodied towel between her legs
and i cried for her for everything about it
and because in twenty years that could be my girl
that could be yours
that could be the back-alley, dark motel, quiet stale cold botched-abortions
our great-grandmothers knew
there is a danger to dismissing history
and we will be the price bloodied
face-down
folded over ourselves
knees splayed
saddened and sad
our last breath as we grieve what we have to remove
wombs emptying out as we fill ourselves with light
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