By Caitlin Wildgoose-Davis

Every girl is an egg box. 
A container.  
WeÔÇÖre all born with the potential to grow life, 
but this might not happen when weÔÇÖre girlfriends or wives.  
Our lives might not match up,  
might not be in line with the moment in time ÔÇô  
the moment in time that  
it happensÔǪ 

that our bodies become homes.  

We might be teenagers, 
babies ourselves. 
We might not yet know who we are. 
We might be incapable,  
afraid,  
overwhelmed. 

We might be adults, just with the wrong guy. 
We didnÔÇÖt try,  
it just happenedÔǪ 

We might get raped ÔÇô  
get taken on a date,  
have our drinks fueled with something 
that seals our grim fate.  
We might barely be awake for the moment 
it happensÔǪ 

We might not be able to afford it. 
We might have no choice but to abort it.  

Or we might have the choice, and  
still we abort it. 

Let us have the choice. 

Caitlin Wildgoose-Davis is a 21-year-old final year English Literature and Creative Writing student who loves writing poetry and short stories, both for her degree and in her spare time. She has never had any creative writing published, but contributes regularly to Quench magazine.