Poetry Story 37

Innocent Until…

** This is the title I think I am going to go for, I don’t know if my thought process is clear, but honestly I am not going to explain it, not right now. **

“Somewhere quiet”.

He didn’t need another word.

He took her to the library.

She was lonely, blissfully no more.

Books were her new passion.

She would read to her belly.

The kicks her sign of acknowledgement.