Unborn

[yumesekai]

Erik's condom slipped on Saturday. It was a day for optimal pregnancy. I already told him I wouldn't sucker him into that so we agreed on using Plan B. I took it yesterday. And so last night it's not surprising I dreamt a child turned into a rock in my stomach, about the size of my fist, and disfigured my skin into putty. I could hold that portion of rough skin on my stomach in one hand. I'm not pleased about it.

I should be bleeding soon.