In Utero

Day 0–169

At first I tried to run from the rainstorms. And when they continued to follow me, I wept so much I thought I would become the rain. And then I began to feel each drop. Hanging from my eyelashes. Seeping between my toes. Making sense of my tears. Carrying them to the rivers.

Painting by Chantey Dayal
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