The Baby Maker

Someday I wish to say, with my future husband, “Yay, she works! We’re pregnant!!” But, right now, I don’t like her.

A Thorn in My Flesh

From the inside out, mope finds me despondent to my environment. This is not my everyday; I know she is arriving. Cold is my body, chilled to the bone, a carcass empty and tired seeking warmth between two layers, as sleep tugs at my eyelids. She’s calling me, I hear her whispers in my achy…