Once upon a time,
there was a woman who gave birth to a babe while she was walking in the forest. As she sat there staring at the newborn child, wet with blood and other fluids, she contemplated the miracle of life. The mewling thing had come from such simple beginnings... An egg and a microscopic tadpole, a few cells that grew into that which she now held.
It came suddenly, the thoughts. The regrets. She missed having something growing inside of her, she would miss rubbing her belly lovingly and feeling the babe kick from the inside of it... Telling the life within her bedtime stories, watching what she ate. What she ate.
You see, the woman wasn't quite right in the head.
When she finally arrived home to her husband, she was cleaned up and babeless, and she was bloated in a way different than pregnancy. But her husbands' eyes weren't as they were when he was a young man, and he couldn't tell the different.
What happened to the poor child?
 coup DiS grace · Sat Aug 15, 2009 @ 04:14am · 0 Comments |
