Knocking Down Your Walls

She wonders if he sees it, the slow demise that?s come about her. The ridges of her spine that poke through, the loss of a gleam in her gentle golden fur. This will not be easy, and she will not be stunned if the pregnancy should kill her. Her stomach sits in a constant state of revolt, refusing to keep anything she might try to eat down. Pains occasionally run through her, severe and crippling in a most concerning way.

He promises to stay, and she nods her head. There is a tired look in her eyes, placed there from one too many sleepless nights. ?It?s not been going well,? she confesses to him. ?There?s something wrong,? she admits. It?s a curse, of course it is. She can only hope that she will not birth the demons of this world, that the pregnancy itself will be her only punishment. She can't react to him promising to stay, not when such means little to her. So many have promised her they would never leave, and yet she finds herself perpetually alone.