I dream in action and color and I wake exhausted from my night of ongoing adventures in nevernever land.
When I was a girl of nineteen I had a little tiny sack of cells growing in my belly. It was a fucking disaster. I was alone, terrified of reality, and frozen in time, my lips sealed against the truth because if I said the word pregnant then I would have to face the shame publicly.
Time and months ticked by.
I don't have time to finish this now. Only know that I've never had a kid and the abortion took three days. I'll finish later. I love you.
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