Dolls Loot

Ordeal, why did you give your baby to the darkness? You, unmoving, unblinking, inhaling your last gasps of decaying flesh on the fluid soaked gurney. She begs the surgeon to remove her organs, what is she trying to cut out? The spoken word does not remove through surgery. You, sit there staring at your broken scale in the barrens, now do you wish to create? Have you the will to conceive? Do you see every Sunday wasted? Reading the same book everyday gets you nowhere, he has no plans to retr...