Projected Demise

Projected Demise

A child born

Innocent.

The maternal arms

Unavailable.

Held by manufactured parts.

Human touch

Denied.

Will you take her?

Whose ward can she be?

No room here.

Over crowded there.

The labels begin.

Difficult.

Impossible.

A challenge.

Problematic.

Combative.

Here, child.

There’s room for you

Here.

A moment has passed.

The room no longer available.

The child’s brow furrowed.

Her eyes wise beyond years.

She sees all too clearly.

Projected demise.

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