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Such a beautiful creature,
In front of me. 
So young,
And fresh. 
So vulnerable,
And manipulated. 
A knife, in my hand. 
I tell the child it's for the dinner. 
For the chicken on the cutting board. 
He believes me. 
He turns, to his toys. 
Toy cars, toy helicopters. 
I drop the knife. 
On his leg. 
Oops. 
I smile. 
I cut his skin, 
Into cubes,
Like cheese. 
And cook it, 
like pigs in a blanket.
And have it with wine,
Like crackers. 
Mm.
It was an accident...
I swear.