Possession is nine tenths of the law I made sure that she knew it Maybe I pressed her a little too hard Because in the end she proved it
See, some things are worth standing up against So when she told me she wasn’t planning on keeping it, my faith was put to test. Little girls are supposed to want to play with dolls The doctor wouldn’t take her calls, I wasn’t hearing her bullshit I told her to remember where she came from, I told her The front lines of liberation are the ones who see the first bullets
She bought some textbooks and some knitting needles Even though she had no time for reading. She knew what she was going to happen. Took the day off work, placed some papers and blankets down on the floor. There weren’t any plans for after Undressed and pressed a sharp point against that swelling mess of silencings and dead ends until it finally tore through. And then came the blood. So much slower than she’d thought it would. Except it didn’t stop, and then she was lying in a pool Except it didn’t stop, and her skin was pale and cool Except it didn’t stop, and the floorboards were ruined And when it did stop, she was already dead When the blood stopped she was already dead.
Art is long and life is brief She painted a canvas of bed sheets blood red and stole what’s mine from me She got what she wanted, she was conscious just long enough to watch as She soaked into the morning paper And the only thing she left was a sketch of my own death And all those blank pages, torn and tangled
It was just a tiny cut but it turned out to be so stubborn At least sometimes abortion isn’t wasted on the unborn
She bled and bled and bled and died and killed my son