Five pregnancies, no children. Another miscarriage. There was no pain, no tell-tale signs of what was unfolding. Its appearance was my warning shot. It left me in shock. Then denial. Then perpetual numbness.
It’s an odd feeling, really. To experience a vibrant life slip out of your body. To know there was a moment in time you had two hearts. Then being barely able to feel the one that’s left.
I will lick my wounds.
With bloodstained hands, I will hold this burden square upon my shoulders and make my way through. And soon, life will go on. Almost as if nothing ever happened. Almost.