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Night Crawler, Part 9

Contributed by Butterat_Zool on Sunday, 23rd March 2003 @ 08:25:00 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

As for his wife, here’s what he never lived to learn.
The abortion was a horrid and bloody one,
Courtesy of her pennyroyal.
She became terribly ill just a few hours
after consuming the drink.

She called her sister for a ride to the hospital
And there was diagnosed with acute poisoning
From the pennyroyal in her system.
She recovered slowly over the next couple of days,
But she suffered from severe depression over the loss of her baby.

The whole time she was there,
She asked the doctors, every hour
If her husband was at home yet.
She called for him constantly
And wanted nobody else.

The longer he went missing,
The more deeply depressed she became,
Wallowing in her self-loathing and sorrow
Until eventually, she just decided that nobody
Cared about her any more.

A misplaced scalpel was her weapon of choice.
She was so mad at herself for letting go of her baby.
She destroyed her uterus as best she could,
Until she passed out from the blood loss.
With all the Prozac, she never felt a thing.

She never knew, that the whole time,
Just as much as she was looking for her husband,
He was looking for her.
He went to get dinner that fateful night of the abortion
And returned to an empty home.

In his quest for self-redemption,
He searched high and low
for the best gift that he could give her.
And his efforts put him on his front porch,
Tired from his drinking,
just five minutes before the final time
his wife would call him up
to see if he still loved her.
And to see, once and for all,
If life was worth living.

Copyright Â© Butterat_Zool ... [ 2003-03-23 20:25:00]
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Re: Night Crawler, Part 9 (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_Kalicharan on Saturday, 5th April 2003 @ 05:59:57 PM AEST
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OUCH!!! Why did the fates have to be so hard on them???? Excellent writing...
Jenni

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