When I was seven I was promised motherhood with baby dolls. Hold them gently to your chest and don’t shake them awake and always love them no matter how much they may silently cry.  When I lost my first pregnancy I was held up as a strong Goddess, carried by outstretched arms of close friends and further family. The fifth miscarriage was nature and simple. My copy of Expecting Better is still wrapped in the plastic Amazon shipping bag. It’s sunken like lost treasure below stained Depeche Mode tee shirts and a teddy bear handed to me in the hospital. The flowers died long ago. I wonder if they will reincarnate into the smallest souls that soak the life out of young women.

Jenna Jacobs is a fiction author residing in Westchester, NY. She is currently studying for her MFA in Creative Writing and spends the rest of her spare time petting dogs. She can be found on Twitter @JJacobswrites