I used to entertain fantasies
I used to dream of how my life should be.
I dreamed of lying in the arms of a loving man.
I dreamed of a daughter tied to my apron strings.
I would sit by her crib every night.
I would watch her first steps, hear her first words.
I would roll her hair and buy her dresses.
I would wipe her tears.
I used to know a woman who entertained that same fantasy.
I used to know a woman who dreamed about how her life should be.
I saw that innocent fantasy turn to longing.
I saw that longing turn to bitterness, then to envy, then to hatred.
I would sit by her bedside.
I would watch her bitterness grow, hear her desperate crying.
I would comb the blood from her hair and wash it from her dresses.
I would wipe her victims from existence.
Her longing made her desperate.
Her bitterness made her miserable
Her envy made her violent
Her hatred made her weak.
I used to entertain fantasies.
Until I saw that same fantasy shatter a fun-house mirror image of myself.
I grew to hate that fantasy,
I grew to hate that dream.
Parasitic Infants
Screaming Children
Spoilt Teens
Selfish Adults
I'll rip them all to pieces.
I'll laugh at the screams.
I'll be soothed by the beautiful crimson that flows from their corpse.
That! My darling is what I mean when I say "Children simply aren't my thing."