Muffled
May 8, 2010After they took the baby away, she began knitting. The needles transformed yarn to sweaters, blankets, socks, scarves until her hands and eyes ached. But when she stopped, loss shook her like an earthquake, the core of her faulting and slipping, her stomach knotted from the upheaval.
Piece by piece, she layered herself with acrylic and wool, trying to warm herself from the outside in, trying to weigh herself down so much she could not help but still.
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