By: Handsome Okwu Legs wide open, blood on the floor with moans from dying lungs forming the tune. The last flash of moon was with a string of memory. 16 and untold, all the truth, only a heavy heart can bear. What must be done before the circle unfolds? For my secret has conceived a child and my child must be unknown. 'Out of this abomination could be gold' - my frail mind told. But