Kane

Smothered Dream

 

An infant alone –

Hot with hate,

Terrified to breathe

eat-drink-exist

Lay cocooned within me –

waiting-wondering-gestating

Feeding on my insides,

a parasite reborn.

 

Burst forth, Son,

Find the Air your need –

the Blood you need –

the Space you need.

Come forth infant Death

Release your hate upon me

in the birthing, find your truest

Calling in service to the Queen.

 

~Sarah Ockershausen Delp

 

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