(Author's note: I wrote this nearly a year ago. Sometimes putting memories into words helps ease the pain, though it is doubtful that the pain will ever truly be gone until I breathe my last.)
One Small Jar
By J. S. Bailey
"Conception came out," he says(conception? no, no, you're wrong)then puts it in a jar and leaves.A jar so smalland lifeless like the tomb it is.i want to see i want to see my baby(Why would you want to?)"Sure," she saysthen picks the jar off the counterlike it's nothingAnd...
Published on March 17, 2012 18:14