Death Midwifery

for women who are

Childless

*Not By Choice

Collecting Stories of

Death & Rebirth

The body is my home, though not a forever home.

It weathers change and age everyday, making repairs and creating workarounds for what is not mendable.

Cells reproduce in ways that my uterus will not.

I house ancestral DNA, I carry the weight of cell memory. And all this will return to dust. 

I am made of stardust and to stardust I will return.

Maybe I expect death because I also know that life has been so very unlikely.

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And that while I experience time,

I also lose time.

And in losing it, am found in your care, your infinite timeline of love and rebirth.