"What's the date?" my Mom asked.
"The 10th," said the lady from the women's crisis center.
"Oh," I said numbly, "Happy Birthday, Mom."
***
Happy Birthday from your daughter whose mascara had run down her face. You said not to ruin your birthday before I'd gone out. You spent the morning of it in a hospital room after the unthinkable happened.
Happy Birthday, Mom.
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Taking back the Moon
Short StoryA description serves no purpose but to lure readers in. So why should you read? Well, I attempt to make sense of rape in the form of prose, flash back, and poetry. It is what it is.