March 30, 2019

“The mother kept having nightmares. In one, the children hatched from blistered ostrich eggs. In another, the mother stripped naked, looked down at herself, and saw the black hole where everything should have been. In yet another, the children came to her, desperate to be fed from her body, and when she put a hand to her throat, she found it was gaping, and she could not scream. The father was never in these dreams although the mother knew he was very near. She heard his breathing, which was harsh and rattled the walls. The mother learned long ago not to reach for the father when she was afraid. He was not a comfort and shook her away, told her to keep her bad dreams to herself…”

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: