I’m shedding skin and lizards cross my path; little lizards, rustling dried leaves and fallen bark.   Birth was a horrendous experience; I was in so much pain! Tomorrow— it will be forgotten.   Father cut the shrubs shallow. He pulled out our beloved lavender bush. My sister cried.   He cut his thumb and blood trickled all over the pavement. Everywhere, he went. A splash of blood laterRead more…