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for the two weeks he was off work, i was happy. happiness as sleight of hand. now i'm back to gasping for air, to unexpected tears, to no, no, i can't.
i feel the sneaky slide of blood from the last few centimeters of my vagina, where the nerves are, like a thick tear, like my body is grieving. fear and grief. i am sick with it, weighted with it, knotted up in my brain and my lungs and my gut.
i feel the sneaky slide of blood from the last few centimeters of my vagina, where the nerves are, like a thick tear, like my body is grieving. fear and grief. i am sick with it, weighted with it, knotted up in my brain and my lungs and my gut.