Cup 25: Running



I sit in the room with dead babies strewn across the floor in drifts like dark snow.


I’m supposed to feel something.


I want to run it doesn’t matter where.


Maybe you want to run with me.


No. You can’t.


I know the difference between alone and lonely.


I know the difference between shame and guilt.


I know the dead babies hate me.


They blame me.


I have a lot of excuses.


The judge doesn’t care.


I am running running running looking like a normal person sitting on the bus.


The babies are already dead, even though they are not yet born.

All photos on this site

were taken by Dana Davis

Oakland, California, USA

copyright 2016-2019 Lorraine Bonner

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