**trigger warning: contains narrative about infant loss and grief** PART II : STAY OR GO I lay for nine endless days in the quiet, darkened room, my back turned to the door I demanded remain closed. Bryce checked on me intermittently, finding me in the same shattered state as the hours and days before. I recoiled into myself, shielding the belly that once held my two miracles. I had a persistent ache in my back, a dull throb in my hips, and a tension in my neck so pronounced that it traveled up the base of my skull, from the prolonged fetal position. But I couldn't escape the discomfort because moving felt like wading through thick mud; each tweak of a toe and arm repositioning was incredibly strenuous. And so, I stayed anchored to the bed, yearning to mirror how it would be if I departed too.
black curtains: parts I and II
black curtains: parts I and II
black curtains: parts I and II
**trigger warning: contains narrative about infant loss and grief** PART II : STAY OR GO I lay for nine endless days in the quiet, darkened room, my back turned to the door I demanded remain closed. Bryce checked on me intermittently, finding me in the same shattered state as the hours and days before. I recoiled into myself, shielding the belly that once held my two miracles. I had a persistent ache in my back, a dull throb in my hips, and a tension in my neck so pronounced that it traveled up the base of my skull, from the prolonged fetal position. But I couldn't escape the discomfort because moving felt like wading through thick mud; each tweak of a toe and arm repositioning was incredibly strenuous. And so, I stayed anchored to the bed, yearning to mirror how it would be if I departed too.