Memories That Should Never Stay!

Drip, drip, drip goes the fresh red blood. Or the warm fluid with all the good stuff. Of the important things, which connects to all life. Slowly it drips away, like water from a leaking pipe. Without a word, she is ushered to the place. Or rather rushed to, where she is focused on. By the people who wear white gowns and glasses. Each a name, they are called doctors and nurses. Then very slowly, she is carried onto a bed. The vital essence, now is rushing out of her. She is then told to not move but to just rest. Giver and receiver of life, both await dread. Suddenly, something sharp touches her skin. But, her senses numb, could not give protest. Instantly, something detached with no regret. Another soul, mercilessly ripped from within. By the time she knew, not a word could be spoken. Those caretakers took from her, silence unbroken. Her child, whom she loved with all her might. Carried away to the unknown, out of sight... The enormous pain with tragedy, still alive today. These repetitive memories that should never stay. Of bodies only half-formed, but not done by God Himself. Should they die, then all the better and relief. Should they stay, all the abuse will unfold. They should be put on God's trial, after death, and we hope He will do well.