Les Rêves des Notre Ours #1 | Page 15

*Regrets*

Maybe I should have got to know her

I thought I had

Little did I know of the truth and my naivety

The last time I saw her was unexpected. I hardly recognised her. Her white had been tinged with grey. She didn’t scream, or writhe in pain, or cry with joy. Something was wrong.

She didn’t have any parents

I placed the fetus. Gently does it. Energy had left her. Her face charred with coal tears. She knew what was coming, she knew why. I didn’t until a few years later.

She sighed her last breath and smiled, her own ribbon handed to her. The child forgotten. Good girl.

She had become what I had hated. Finally.

I hate humans

I love humans

Rape, IVF, abortion, babies for money, teenage pregnancies.

My creations get left on the streets. Forgotten.

*A Small Fact*

43% of all babies born are the result of rape.

By Annie Johnson