dear diary (its been much too long)
there wasnt enough time to tell her she was dying. she's was under so much medication that she didnt even blink as they slit her open. so he stood there.. waiting that she understand that the baby that they wanted for so long was going to kill her from the inside.
it had been dead for two days.
the doctors would tell him a day from now, when they carved her open like a watermelon and examined her that the baby's umbilical cord had wrapped itself around the unborn girl's neck like a noose and hanged her there in her semi-liquid world.
"at least she didnt scream." the doctor said.
"how could she?" he thought. "there wasnt any air in her tiny lungs."
"it's such a mess in there. we have to cut it piece by piece to get it out."
and now, as the parts of the child came out one a time.. the child still rotted inside her mothers' womb.. the doctor telling him that it was much too late.. his baby's decaying flesh had become a poison that would leave him hollow and alone.
it had been dead for two days.
the doctors would tell him a day from now, when they carved her open like a watermelon and examined her that the baby's umbilical cord had wrapped itself around the unborn girl's neck like a noose and hanged her there in her semi-liquid world.
"at least she didnt scream." the doctor said.
"how could she?" he thought. "there wasnt any air in her tiny lungs."
"it's such a mess in there. we have to cut it piece by piece to get it out."
and now, as the parts of the child came out one a time.. the child still rotted inside her mothers' womb.. the doctor telling him that it was much too late.. his baby's decaying flesh had become a poison that would leave him hollow and alone.