They say a mother’s love is eternal.
But how will it survive fire?
This dark head pierced with glowing eyes,
He slithered out of the womb.
I offer him a supple breast,
His nose only smells the blood.
Try to ignore his terrifying face,
A whisper to send him back to Hell.
Those cunning ears swivel around.
Sweat beads down—exposing fear.
Lips curving into a macabre smile.
My throat begins constricting.
To pacify this Devil’s minion,
I offer him a supple breast.
His mouth becomes an ebony circle,
As his teeth tear off the tit.
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