Vacancy in my body, where you should’ve been, reduced to, nothing MORE than a hollowness that took up my insides. God only knows, how I had, weathered through my miscarriages (oh wait, I was NEVER pregnant!!!). Miscarriages, it’s harder on women than on men, because, while ALL you losers (still doesn’t constitute as NAME-CALLING here!!!) only feel sad (boo-hoo-hoo!), your babies D-I-E-D, and we’re still the ones, with the physical, EMOTIONAL/PSYCHOLOGICAL loss to endure!
Miscarriages, they’re, normal, I guess, because, babies (they’re just, germinal, not yet FETUSES!!!) weren’t supposed to be brought out into this already too-broken-to-live in world of ours, and, it’s best, that these, not-yet-formed completely “children”, NEVER get their separate chances, to meet this too FUCKED up (and your point being???) outside world of ours!
all that’s left…NOT my photograph…
Miscarriages, there’s, overflow of blood from our VAGINAS (and your point being???), and, we’re, three-months in, and yet, we still, can’t keep them (the fetuses), and, as mothers-not-to-be (instead of mothers-to-be), we’re, left, with this, ghost of the memories, of the supposed, could’ve been, should’ve been, futures of our own young………
Life, the Obstacle Course 