scarlet d

something stirs inside of me, retained blood, new tissue. four days late today and three faint lines have appeared. he's still not convinced, but i'm certain. i feel it. how this will put a crimp in us, i'm not sure. how it will make us flourish, i don't know. seven years between the first two, now just over one between the second set. will i make just as lovely a princess bride with a six-month baby by my side?

i dreamt of two. one would be an overabundance at this point.

they were good to me, perhaps too much. i may have conceived behind their backs, above their heads, speckling their son with tiny mulberry clusters so they'd have to avert their eyes from his neck in the morning.

i taunted him in ways i shouldn't have. he blushed and laughed nervously. typical me, i've overstepped my bounds, overestimated the power i have over myself.