Biological clock
For the longing, trying, mourning, aching, and alone
Cut cake, pink or blue?
Their joy at a baby boy.
The empty womb aches.
About the Creator
Meghan Thew
Fantasy writer. Creator of nonsense. Animal lover. Occasional Poet. Dabbler in painting. Only truly myself when being creative.
I've been creating stories my whole life, and with Vocal's help, hope to share with a wider audience. Thank you.
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