I was just a kid back then, but my mother's bloody hands, her hair tied to a bun, the knife on the ground, and my dad, he was still twitching. He was alive. I was seven back then. She cut him into pieces and baked him in a pie. She was singing a lullaby and I knew she sang the lyrics wrong. Like..."Twinkle Twinkle little eye, I'll eat it even with its stye."
Guess I followed into her shoes. Because I'm an adult now. My bloody hands, my hair tied into a bun, the knife on the ground, and my mom, she was twitching. She was alive. I'm twenty-seven now. I cut her into pieces and boiled her in a pot. I was humming a lullaby and I knew I sang the lyrics wrong. Like..."A, B, C, D, E, F, G, She's in the pot looking at me."
What's wrong with us?
09/27/22
