Post-divorce coitus, caught in his barbs.
Stop. Put on a condom.
I’ll pull out.
I didn’t consent.
Drilling deeper, last spearing thrust, he came.
Happened too fast, he lied.
Pregnant. Radio silence. Ignorant of my options, Plan B, RU-486.
He returned triumphant, believing time ran out.
You have to consult a pro-life counselor first, by law. Maybe my mother.
Lies.
Borrowed money, bussed to big city, rapist in tow, unlikely babysitter.
He called them “baby-killers.”
First unsteady step toward freedom.
Later, restraining order, sole custody.
Forced birth = court-sanctioned rape.
Preacher-man’s son, now blameless.
Praying daughter’s IUD never fails.
God Bless America.
