She shrivels from sorrow.
Miscarriage : f_priestly's contest
There was a time before when I worried
When I didn't see that red stain every month
A birth of life, death, and spirituality, from deep within the soul, deep within the soul of the unborn daughter I (we) lost, just three weeks ago. I Miss her so...
"I'm sorry, there's no heartbeat" My world halts, my own heart stops.
January 2015. Written for a friend's family.