Born Then Torn Apart - Deeds of Flesh

Feeding

Cranial juices

Toxins for human greed

For pleasure

Where life turns

Into a morbid reality

Infant site helplessly

In the crib

Not sleeping for a week and spun

The mother’s thoughts swirls into darkness

She doesn’t know what she’s doing

The post-birth stress is unbearable

So she does the unthinkable

Grabbing her child

By the throat

She throws it against the wall

Snapping it’s delicate neck

But that’s just the beginning

She doesn’t know

When to stop

Repeatedly

She punches and kicks

She killed her baby

The red fluid starts to flow

Born then torn apart

Though already dead

She continues

Stabbing away at the infant with her bare hands

Skin and muscle thrown about the room

Lifeless headless skeletal infant sitting in

Her hands

She passes out

Then wakes two days later

Seeing what she’s done

She deservingly

Takes her life

And the ties

Between flesh and blood

Is now a

Another victim to be murdered