Melting thoughts of disintegration

Hitting deep her insistance

to mutilate her newborn infants

After giving birth her mind wasn't the same

Slowly slipping away, a state of mental decay

Family now complete

Father watches on

As mother dismembers

her newborn son



Dissecting the specimen, split

I will explore, the body wide open

Uncover carnage within, split wide open

Virgin, untouched skin

Releasing her rage

That dwells inside

tainted blood rushes through veins

her body chemically changed

Love was erased, on the edge of a butcher's

knife



The kitchen becomes a makeshift slaughterhouse

every nine months she butchers one more child

Reminders of the deceased, scattered through

the home



bones and skulls of sons and daughters

Genitals ferment

In jars inside the cupboards

for father to dissect

No one will discover the murder they commit



Children used like laboratory rats

Sickening vulgar experiments

She sees what others can't

Probing the guts of her fetus

Advocation of the pain

Mutilating, draining veins



Witness the horror

offering to themselves

Continuing murdering

their own kind

Never deny

this fantasy life, they enjoy

Addiction to this heightened state

Post-birth psychosis

disjointing her own children

form the life they'll never live

A massacre within her soul

Struggling for control