I called their father No answer frenzied, bloodless, I called again No absolution. I rationalized. I twisted bowels. I reasoned. I bent in cruel disbelief. I accounted for. No proceed came. And then brief optimism. I called the school. "gone for days" I called work. "called in sick" my friend. I'll call my friend. my words came labored, dreaming a tv movie bleeding. "they're gone". "How do you know" "This morning, the art on the fridge made me cry."
Reason for writing:
For all parents who have experienced the telling moment of
their greatest fear....The ex taking their beloved little
ones.
Birth sign: Not entered
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