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Blood splattered socks

Blood splattered socks

On any other day she would be considered unkempt. Her loosened hair is now matted amongst three day old braids. There are fluids staining the back of her blue gown. She has unbrushed teeth, despite vomiting all the curry from the night before. She’s eaten only popsicles since, and those too, pink, purple and orange,… Read more

Scrubbing freckles

Scrubbing freckles

The sand sits on the bottom of the tub amongst the bubbles and bath toys. It’s lonely there, as lonely as the girl washing it out of her long sun bleached blonde hair. Her tears collect in the bubbles. This bath is a hard one. As is the ritual each year the week back to… Read more

After the storm

After the storm

There always comes a calm. That moment when the pain slips away into her distant memory. That moment when it becomes worth her sacrifice. Everything before the calm was either a nightmare or a dream. Everything was either nothing she needed or everything she required. Everything is a chapter closed. I can promise you the… Read more

My torso turtleneck

My torso turtleneck

It’s raining outside and you hold me tight. Upright, even, against the storm. Yours is the snug embrace that meets me where I’m at. On any given day, you have no expectations of me other than to grow. To continue growing, as a person, growing a person. You are my maternity pants. Accepting when my… Read more

Found, not lost

Found, not lost

We may not see their babies, but there are mothers all around us. Young women, healthy women, unmarked families who are the one in four who have lost their babies in pregnancy or early childhood. We may not see their children, but their families have their birthdays engraved into their mental consciousness like a deep… Read more

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