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Red on the nails, red on the toilet paper, red on the panties.
Emptiness in my head. Panic. After all, you’ve only just appeared. You’re only 6 weeks.
Quick words: we’re going to the hospital, I’m bleeding.
His frantic gaze.
Rapid decision – to the hospital ward.
Blue gown. So transparent, I felt X-rayed through.
Hospital, creaking bed. He sent back home and I forced to rely only on myself.
At least I had you under my heart.
I’ve never been as afraid as that night.
The room was full of women and every one of them was alone. Only not me. I had you.
Others weren’t that lucky. I felt embarrassed to be so pleased with your beating heart.

Urszula Śleszyńska