The humming of electricity. The slamming of doors. The sterile hospital smell. Feet shuffling. A blur of white scrubs. Doctors moving quickly from one end of the corridor to the next. Women shouting...screaming in agony. Grasping the arms of loved ones, friends, family. Legs propped open. Pushing. Blood. Pain. Anticipation. Life.
....or perhaps the absence of it.
Cocaine. Heroin. Hennessey.
Growing belly. Morning sickness. Swollen Feet.
Quarter bags. Black and Milds. Swisher Sweets.
Eight Months. Premature. Struggling.
I wonder...did she even care as she carried me?
Growing belly. Morning sickness. Swollen Feet.
Quarter bags. Black and Milds. Swisher Sweets.
Eight Months. Premature. Struggling.
I wonder...did she even care as she carried me?
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