Religion’s Womb
[Rough Draft] Religion’s Womb At nine o’clock at night, I sat up shaking. Tears chocked my airways, blurred my vision, made my hands look unreal. My mind sat back, separated as I watched myself clutch my chest, hoping to find a way to clear my lungs, to breathe again….
Motherhood
When she kept you, she was worried you might not survive. You were small, small enough to fit in one hand. You hardly moved, hardly cried out. She sat you on her lap as she drove furiously to the vet, nudging you occasionally with tears in her eyes, hoping you…