Dear Uterus,
I'm out of ICU today.
The doctor explained more about what happened to me, to us on the table.
He showed me his flexed arm. I think he may have been trying to show off. He said you were supposed to feel like poking his arm. You didn't. You felt like poking a soft piece of stomach. You were squishy.
What the hell Uterus?
Everyone said you were perfect. Everyone said you were supposed to carry lots and lots of babies. Why did you give up? Why did you go weak? What made you turn lazy?
I'm out of ICU today.
The doctor explained more about what happened to me, to us on the table.
He showed me his flexed arm. I think he may have been trying to show off. He said you were supposed to feel like poking his arm. You didn't. You felt like poking a soft piece of stomach. You were squishy.
What the hell Uterus?
Everyone said you were perfect. Everyone said you were supposed to carry lots and lots of babies. Why did you give up? Why did you go weak? What made you turn lazy?
-Michelle
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