Blood
Till Death Do We Part
The sickening smell of copper, the sticky feeling of what seemed to be juice and the dark red that stained your hands were something that you wished would disappear. Dumbfounded, you could only sit in a puddle of your own blood, tears streaming down your cheeks as you held the still-born within your hands.
Where did you go wrong? What did you do wrong? As you clutched the small child’s corpse closer to you, you could only hope; hope that it was all a bad dream, hope that he’d return soon. Muffled sobs escaped your lips as your body shook as the sound of a door opened and closed. You didn’t even realize he had returned, nor had you heard his calls for you. It was only until he stumbled upon the sight, until he placed his hand upon your shoulder and brought you closer to him did you realize he was home.
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