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Ellen Hickey

Babies, Babies, Babies.

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.


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