| paperpulse ( @ 2005-11-23 21:54:00 |
“I do not know what the weather did (or how my mother felt, or what my father whispered, standing over my brand new self) but what I do know is that my blood was wrong so they took it away, pulled me apart and refilled me to pink, pulsing perfection.
I pretend that I remember it, the needles and the confusion and the mess, but really I have just pieced it together from the things I haven’t been told. Here is what I know: my blood was wrong from the beginning, and that has made all the difference.”
I pretend that I remember it, the needles and the confusion and the mess, but really I have just pieced it together from the things I haven’t been told. Here is what I know: my blood was wrong from the beginning, and that has made all the difference.”