September 28, 2012
I hate myself for letting you go,
you had been the perfect zygote.
I made you mine and corrupted you
with my essence, I aborted your wide eyes
and childlike innocence.
You deserved better than me, no less,
I then devoured you and received smug satisfaction
from the sins of your flesh.
Drain me dry. Be my parasite.
I can feel your pain.
Be my child. I'm your mother now.
I will keep you safe.
Drink from my breast,
infest, this is parasitism not incest,
I need your body to ingest, I'll keep
you close to my heart, deep in my chest.