A Cruel Word

Infertile.
Such a cruel word.
Some women never wanted children. She recognised this- but for her, the need was an aching, consuming necessity.
Infertile.
So cruel.
They got the results together- but the problem was her.
“What about adoption?” she asked.
“It’s an option,” her husband said, and was gone a week later. Last she heard, he had gotten a girlfriend pregnant.
Here she stands, under the beams of an old barn. Rope around her neck.
She hangs, suppurating, undiscovered.
The insects come. To her nirvana of dead flesh, they lay their alien eggs.
They hatch.
And she is content.