7:42 p.m. - 2008-01-29
Blood
Vision flashed through her eyes, and they were too small to really capture the frame. A wing, a sapphire tongue, a heart: a savior. Mary, your heavenly pain will be compensated with the praise of God himself.
Nine months multiplied by nine years and then so forth, nine times nine, nine more times. The apple never decays, the red keeps getting brighter, the fruit getting bigger and bigger, harder to swallow.

Irony, the devil's servant. How else could I explain the comedy behind this tragedy? The mother bleeds so her child may be born, but in the process she dies. Originally intended to be her saving grace....I turned out to be her deathblow. I'm sorry, mom.