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  • Nov 19, 2025
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By Dorit D'Scarlett


He said: I’ll put a child in you.

I said: I’ll decide.

But now —

Eggshell shards on the sheets.

A pulse beneath my belly.

Something knocks from inside.

Not mine.

Not his.

But hatching.

 

 
 

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