Your father was a cruel man.
He made you even crueler.
Then you made me.
What were you thinking? How could you believe a monster like you could be a father?
I wish I had been the one to kill you.
I wish your father hadn't been cruel. I wish you hadn't been born. I wish you and mom had never met.
I can feel you living in my skin.
I catch glimpses of you every now and again. And I want to rip you out of my blood.
You died and left me your demons.
And they have raped me every night since. They hallowed out my womb and made a nest there. Waiting for a seed that I'm never going to plant.
I wonder what it feels like to be able to tell the difference.