Partial-Birth Abortion

Ultra calculating waves. Mommy looking at my toes. My mouth is happy moving, fluids going in and out. I heard the doctor knows, I can finally dream. Beings led, to where? Some one grasps my foot. Cold metal opens, I can feel. Quickly down I'm sliding, I can't catch my breath. Being pulled out to the parturient canal. Backwards I hang out except my head. Some thing hints that daddies caught, going in the other way. Pulling, pushing it is stuffed. My skull is soft and soft is of. Scissors they have made to point, to pierce, expand dimensions of my skull. The scissors, having done are then removed. Catheter absorbs my mind, me once your child. My skull which has collapsed, inhaled by the doctor with no brain. And as for mommy does she cry? I can not see. Once a baby, who has died is completely then removed.