Quick Recovery
Just to let you know...I'm NOT better. I don't feel good. As my wounds and bruises heal, I feel a sense of sadness. Longing to keep this here. As if I'll forget if not physically reminded of what happened. My baby doesn't deserve to be forgotten. I'm holding on to the last vestiges of pregnancy. They didn't even have enough time to grow a heart. But I know what a baby looks like at 6 weeks and they are beginning to look human. It isn't the unrecognizable amoeba-like blob that's first conceived.
Fuck. A part of me wants this to be over with and act like it never happened and another part of me doesn't want it to end.
Fuck. A part of me wants this to be over with and act like it never happened and another part of me doesn't want it to end.