but she didn't want me anymore. she lost her crops, her melon belly; she didn't want ruined fruit.
I was rotted and her little seed would have brought her a new life. new dreams. a new reason to keep her pulse beating
but daddy didn't like new things. daddy was good at destroying those few things that made momma happy
so I watched in the shadows of my parent's closet as my momma shut her eyes for the last time. she had seemed so contempt, rubbing her newly empty stomach as she fell into a motionless sleep.
when daddy said he'd kill her she had laughed
he already did
