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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4137 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Ultrasound Treezaa (T. E. Ballard) In the moment before a screen held your flesh and you were nothing except gray, fading images and the intern checked organs like a grocery list: lung, heart, liver. I did not understand the meaning of seed how a thin line of cord could connect or destroy. You were nothing but the slight shudder below a rib, the soft shape of leg, a sudden kick. The buzz of a machine became your name until with a finger, this woman drew the two lines with her hands and said, this is where a penis should be, but here you can see the flat land, the black of an ovary. She named you girl, female marked the small box with a pen. |
