He made my insides rot.
What was supposed to maintain a life, now held death and decay.
Inside, I crack and piece by piece.
It fell out, a little glimpse into what couldíve been.
Held in my hands were flesh of an opportunity I never got to know.
A person, Iíll never get to know.
All because he didnít want you.
But I wanted you, I always have and always will.
In stilled in me is a deep seeded fear.
Not being able to have the opportunity come by again.
To have these pieces sustain life.
For I fear my fertility was the pieces he rotted away from me.