No funeral
No flowers
Put it out with medical waste
No tears
No prayers
Sympathy is for the chaste
No one's bringing you a casserole
No one's sending you a card
You caused yourself this grief, this sadness
Now no one cares if it is hard.
No right to mourn
Carry the scorn
Your choice, so you said
Time to move on
Glad that it's gone
Flush it away, it's dead
Your dirty little secret
You kept it sterile, clean
No name for your lost baby
The one that could've been.
submitted for dVerse Poetics, Taboo Subjects, at dVerse Poets Pub
