EmiHerro

I saw her life in those eyes with cut-throat stares and withered looks of daze, each lid half open and their cores darted where they thought it was safe. Her pupils swirled as hurricanes with streaks of rain maroon across a razor blade. Sharing what words can't speak and luring in the sting of the day. I saw her life in that skin, painted with a tiny needle that could delve deeper in what she knew and who she was, then what. Like an apple tossed aside to rot darted across were plum-hue stains and beautiful scars, an abstract dance of healing and hurt. Covered in what she screamed, her body was masked in poetry, long-tol

It was supposed to be nine months ago. By this time, I was supposed to be large and round, something kicking around inside of me. I was supposed to be on the brink of labor, about to release something beautiful. I was supposed to feel hands smooth over me, people talking directly to me as if trying to reach something further in. I was supposed to be holding a baby. And I'm not. Just a few months ago, I had people talking about me nonstop. I was the only conversation topic to be discussed. There was something so important, so amazing living and growing inside of me, preparing to enter a quickly changing world. I held what so many people desir