Postpartum. More like. Post war.
Defeated. Destruction. Exhaustion.
Depression.
Recoop. Your. Thoughts. You. Will. Be. OKAY.
Baby is out. Mother is forming.
Empty. No one inside.
Feelings of pain. Confused. Dazed.
I wanted this? How can this be? This way.
Post-partum thoughts.
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Muma JoJo
Poems from a deranged, sleep deprived muma. Trying to make sense of a world that seems to be falling through my fingers.
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Smartystan
Flags flew freely in the summer breeze. They consisted of a gray and white brain against a black background. Scales of gold sat just beneath the image of the organ. The sun rose at just the zenith and shared its light and warmth with the attendees to one of the country-states’ greatest accomplishments: the graduation of two women who had been in a halfway house and found their passions for art design and communications. Mala and Sheltham looked on with sunglasses and cheered the graduates. With the knowledge they had months to go before being up on that stage, they looked at each other and grinned. After the ceremony, they walked into a pizza restaurant that fit their budgets.
By Skyler Saunders3 days ago in Chapters
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