I Used To Be One Of Them and Look Where I Am Now

By Lynne Schmidt
CW: Abortion

They arrive before I do,
signs plastered on the lawn,
dressed for Sunday church and 
force fed sacrament.

They tell each other their hands
are cleaner than mine,
but I used to drink that wine, too.

We park our car
and I forget how the handle works.
My friend puts her arms around me
as they scream at my back.

They yell that I don’t have to do this
but they don’t know

that I do.

Published by HLWW Featured Author

Featured Author of the Heartland Society of Women Writers

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