CW: pregnancy, miscarriage Me Without You   Nine years later we joke about how hard it was to pee on that stick. How nervous it all made me as 60 seconds turned into an eternity. A popsicle sized piece of plastic told me our lives…

Some part of me is empty Barren I have far too much space for the thoughts to uncontrollably invade. Night time is the worse of times And daytime silence is unbearably quiet To be reminded of a young love not requited. Waves of fire wash…

My children come to me in the night. I hear their thin, airy voices calling my name, and it startles me awake. Each one lost before the fourth month, All ignored except by me, but know this: They had names, futures, destinies, but I never got to…