A Mother's Lullaby

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... This is scary~ Just so you know... I freaked myself out...

A Mother’s Lullaby
 
I remember it fondly, the day I killed that little boy. He couldn’t have been older than seven years old. The sound of his small feet running through the October leaves frantically trying to escape my horrific, shadowlike hands. And his wire-framed glasses, the sweet snap they made as I crushed them under my weight. A looped tree root that had been ripped out of the ground by the force of a barreling car many years ago snagged his fragile ankle. He rolled onto the ground, screaming as my dreadful yet limber claws. I smiled as I wrapped my hands around his cute little throat, admiring the freckles on his face in comparison to the decrepit and bleached metal scraps from the old car. His screams began to fall more silent as he turned the loveliest shade of blue I had ever seen in my life or at least up to that point anyway. Gradually he stopped squirming and I almost became frightened at what I had done. Not because he was gone beyond all help, but because I had ended the hunt so quickly, without the ability to admire every aspect of my insatiable desires for death. For that is the only way for me to preserve that quality. Ah, the children, so small, so ignorant, so plump from their overprotective mothers trying to keep them from harm while secretly trying to keep any sense of poverty from slipping from their mouths. A well-fed child was almost like a shiny new car, if you could afford to feed that dependent and ungrateful beast as much as it wanted, hell, you could probably afford anything you wanted. But to feed was not only to buy the provisions. If that infamous mother, preoccupied with her own appearance to the rest of the ladies, could create a delicacy worthy of that gaping and ever-starving mouth, then she was fulfilling her duty as the housewife that she was supposed to be. What am I but another mother? However I am protecting these children better. I’m saving them, keeping them safe from anyone else. And I comfort them to their unending sleep with my melodic lullabies, so soothing, so beautiful. Just like their charming little faces, that slowly disintegrate as their souls play in endless safety and sanctuary, while I watched over their premature bodies forever resting next to me in my bedroom. And together we sleep, singing our lullabies as we dream of staying together eternally, child united with their true mother.


Submitted: June 24, 2011

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