April 29, 2016

“None of the pregnancies kept. They stayed high up in my abdomen, strangling themselves on fibroids and cysts, until finally, they were dead. They dripped out of my body slowly, red at first, then brown, and the liquid slicked the insides of my thighs. The smell excited the man…”

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