I Have Killed My Child

I'm sure the police will understand

 

It was clingy, needy

mama mama all

the time

it deserved the back

of my hand.

 

Bah

 

I Have Killed My Child

it was clingy, needy,

fretful all the time

 

It would cause confusion and pain

with my love, only happy

when they were over and done.

 

Turned kisses into salt

repulsed the touch

 

I have Killed my Child,

inside

dark and lonely,

whispering mama mama

Where are you

all the time.