And on the other side of the unholy globe. Death came with chaos. Hatched and dispatched, Enduring and curing. A female child saw the eye of the storm. As she entered the world into mama's sweet arms. Maybe the phoenix she shall arise.
Nigh. In Hungary.
Mama tied to life support. To feed her world anew with goodness. Child born of sleeping mama. Mama without a spark of brain. A female child.
A miracle. A gift from God perhaps. Heavenly deliverance at week twenty seven. Baby from embryonic dark life. Saved from death by death in her safe haven.
While Mama heads to heaven. Baby girl lives on. Maybe as phoenix she shall arise. By ladylivvi1