Story with Legs

Because I can't seem to
Get enough of the darkness,
The sickness of the species proper;
You see, I like the horrifying, repetitive madness
Witnessed via the regular consumption of
Local news anywhere human beings
Exist on the surface of the planet.


The postpartum-depressed housewife
Sitting on her sons in the bathtub
One by one;
The youngest, the last to be drowned,
Surviving for weeks in a local hospital
Braindead on life support,
Before they mercifully flicked the switch.


She dried their little corpses,
Dressed them silently,
Then carefully layed them in their beds;
Before their father came home from work.

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