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The Memoirist

Losing My Baby and My Sense of Direction

Where Do I Go Now?

Photo by Elena Kloppenburg on Unsplash

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…

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