Losing My Baby and My Sense of Direction
Where Do I Go Now?
The room is cold, worse after they remove my clothes.The warmed blankets that cover me are deeply comforting. I am surrounded by silver and white machines. I don’t know what they’re for. I thought this was an in-out thing.
The artificially clean smell of antiseptics summons the familiar feeling of bile rising from my gut. Damn, I thought…