No pictures no prize no truth

we couldn't talk about it

No time for goodbye's

all good baby's go to heaven

Disgusted despised

you see her sweet spirit ascending

Tomorrow we'll cry

console each other in the family.

Life line lost love

Your destiny is beckoning,

In truth we couldn't talk about it.

The fetus gave me the nod and said

no infants carcass

will ruin my sleep.

This story's good but needs an ending.