The toilet, the toilet. My precious child fell into the toilet. I knew that if this were to happen that yes baby May would fall into the toilet, but at the moment it happened, how undignified, how shameful and embracing to have to pull your child from the toilet. Snatch her up as quickly as I could. A styrofoam cup in a pool of human waste. I saved my child from this place to stare upon this jiggle matter of blood and tissue. Once a pray was offered I had to let baby may go from hence she came. A clean bowl of water to be washed away once more. Gone from my sight but never forgotten. A memory of blood and tissue, and of course my child.
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