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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Night Crawler, Part 9
[time] => 2003-03-23 20:25:00
[hometext] => Alright, I was wrong... there are ten parts. Here's part nine.
[bodytext] => As for his wife, here’s what he never lived to learn.
The abortion was a horrid and bloody one, Courtesy of her pennyroyal. She became terribly ill just a few hours after consuming the drink. She called her sister for a ride to the hospital And there was diagnosed with acute poisoning From the pennyroyal in her system. She recovered slowly over the next couple of days, But she suffered from severe depression over the loss of her baby. The whole time she was there, She asked the doctors, every hour If her husband was at home yet. She called for him constantly And wanted nobody else. The longer he went missing, The more deeply depressed she became, Wallowing in her self-loathing and sorrow Until eventually, she just decided that nobody Cared about her any more. A misplaced scalpel was her weapon of choice. She was so mad at herself for letting go of her baby. She destroyed her uterus as best she could, Until she passed out from the blood loss. With all the Prozac, she never felt a thing. She never knew, that the whole time, Just as much as she was looking for her husband, He was looking for her. He went to get dinner that fateful night of the abortion And returned to an empty home. In his quest for self-redemption, He searched high and low for the best gift that he could give her. And his efforts put him on his front porch, Tired from his drinking, just five minutes before the final time his wife would call him up to see if he still loved her. And to see, once and for all, If life was worth living. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 146 [topic] => 21 [informant] => Butterat_Zool [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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