October 27, 2016

“Each day, my pregnancy grew a little more. It did not wither or seep or melt. It grew fatter and harder. It became hearty. I worried that the pregnancy might stick. If I let it sit, then it would dig itself a hole within my walls and hide away until it became too large for my body. I did not know what I would do with the creature if it stayed within me. More than that, I did not know how to cope with it once it passed from my womb…”


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