Who's Holding You?
I have your baby. I shouldn’t, but I do.
Society praises me. While they vilify you. I have your baby, She’s here with me. Your arms are void...
Look Where It Got Me
It’s laid on the cold concrete floor, and it feels like I am attempting to reach the sky as I stand up. Careful not to wake the three sleeping bodies who remain
So Not Cool
We ran dry of Novalac, a specialized formula, a few Saturdays ago. Not our best moment, but it happens. Each of us thinking the other had noted the stock levels, none of us actually taking..
More Than Just Scraps
My phone beeped. It was the social worker. An image popped through of a forlorn looking little boy with disheveled hair and desperately sad eyes shaped just like saucers.
We Named Her 'Love'
I selected a few outfits to take with, knowing full well that the outfits babies are dressed in when I arrive, generally smell of desperation or saviorism - seldom anything in between.
I'll Love You Forever
It started out like any other night. The universe gave no warning. The mayhem of bathing and feeding nine small children enveloped the icy evening.
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