Staring into the eyes of my dead child
Wondering why n how is she blinking
The twist on her lips I mistook for a smile
Lost in the joy of seeing my baby, I’m sinking

My eyes never leave hers as she approaches
I must be sleeping, her presence here is a dream
As I fall, her ghostly form encroaches
On my knees, face to face, the tears stream

Leaning forward, I think she’s trying to kiss me
Her lips move, I pucker and lean in to meet her
How I’ve missed kissing my beautiful baby
Instead of a kiss I feel her tongue wipe my tear

She knows my sickness all too well, I’m diseased
Died trying to save me, and now she has the cure
Her rotted face, I cannot see, my heart she’s seized
Lovely, full of grace, my baby is beautifully pure

Ghostly skeletal fingers grip my neck
All I feel is my baby’s tender caress
Gripping tightly, keeping me in check
Feeling only warmth, no distress

Lifting me into the air seems completely natural
I don’t feel my nightgown as it falls away
Our feet off the ground, she’s holding me lateral
Slicing down my chest, putting my guts on display

My precious sweetie, she knows how I like to cut
Never went this deep into someone before
I never cut myself, only the victims of my smut
Filled with pride I smile at the creature I most adore



As she empties me onto the floor