I dream of clawed feet and a spiked tongue.
Sharp teeth that sink into my breast and bite me.
And suck all of the life from me until I am weightless.
Drifting along in this shadow of a life.
Insincere in my love,
For how could someone love that which has made them this shell of a person?
The pitt patter of small feet sound more like stomping.
I hide from you in my dreams. But your screech awakens me from my slumber.
You have my eyes, pity. I hate myself enough as is it and now you are a reminder of my loathing.
You have taken my freedom,
Libertine that I was,
Now shackled to your poison.
Ambivalence. Indifference. Disgust?
I think that you changed me from the inside, scarred me somehow.
Babies. Babies. Baby.