June 30, 2017

“A chicken corpse was not enough to restore what I lost. I tried drawing my insides onto a piece of white paper, scrawling with red crayon and pencil, gouging at the sheet, stacking layers of pigments until the image was textured, drawing, drawing. I held the paper away from myself, I clutched it to my chest. I said: This is my womb. I said: This is what I lost…”

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