Saturday, 1 June 2013

The murderous mother

Can you see the darkness in her eyes?
The faint beginnings,
That start of as feathered vines,
As they creep in to swallow her whole,
Sanity and all,
The girl you see now,
She's growing ever more distant,
Infinitely cold,
Her blood doesn't warm,
At the child she carries,
Nestled in the crook of her arm,
And she's grown so old,
In the space of a heartbeat,
She ages more than you know,
While watching the sleeping infant,
Unknown to the innocent,
Her heart is hardening to it,
The devil grows bold.

~Rei Shiori

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