“God, help, ” I whisper. The baby is screaming, writhing in pain. He is scratching his face open, blood pooling to stain. “God, where are you? Are you there? If you are, do you even care?” Months later the baby still screams. His pain and itchiness arouse me from dreams. “God, where are you? Are… Read More “God, Help, ” I Whisper.
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