Last summer
was the beginning of our senior year
fast cars, drinking,
and tight fitting jeans.
You and I
quietly in the backseat
of your chevy
touching,
passions building,
my first time
disappointment
never saw you again.
A few months later
a positive pregnancy test.
A hidden secret
packing my bags
walking the streets alone.
Baby kicking
pains come early
baby born on the street
no one helps
no cares
mom bleeding
baby crying.
dark alley
life begins
life ends.
In a list
A contest entry
- Title Prompts! by JustSimplyLissa.
600 points, ended November 14, 2008, 23 entries
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Comments
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Sad write, it's horrible that this actually happens. It is a reality, and thank you for your entry.
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