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The child lies heavy for he does not exist. He never really did in the first place. A figment of my imagination and a Nordic curse. Not given by a witch or the touch of a devil. My mind breathes heavy like the stone memories it carries. Somewhere in there a person carved the past. I digress. I repent. I admit. I regret. I did it all for you (and you, and you). So please care for the child. Love it like it was real. It's all I ever asked for. |