א.ל.מ.י.ש.ת

 

Through culture we change the now to fix the future. 

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A woman killed her 3 children and the tribe of psych is as responsible as is she. Women are cheering for a woman that strangled her babies. 

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The boy heard the muffled sounds, one he recognized. It was the voice that was always with him. He knew it was time and had started turning towards his exit. 

She laid on the hospital like bed as a strange woman held her hand to comfort her. Her knees up and legs apart. The doctor leaned over and grabbed on to her forceps. She was dilated enough for her to get in there. 

The doctor widens the cervical opening and inserts the forceps and she tries to grab hold of the head. The forceps slip.

The boy feels everything. The forceps scrap hard against his face and head and rip his nose off. It floats in the fluid around him with bits of his flesh. He can't scream. The pain is unexpected. He was supposed to be leaving this place. He was about to take his first breath. 

Where is the woman with the voice?

The woman on table can feel pinches of pain as the strange woman holds her hand. "It'll be ok. You can do this. It won't be much longer."

The boy had been invited and was now being uninvited. 

The boy a helpless innocent prisoner of the woman with the voice that had always been with him, had invited him with her pleasure. 

The doctor swears silently to herself and with a bit more pressure she clamps down on the boys skull and squeezes her fingers, crushing his head. He's dead now. The doctor nods at the strange woman.

"Everything is fine now. You will feel a few more pinches and then it will be over."

The boys brains seeped from his little crushed head. The doctor feels something and grabs on and pulls, a tiny arm with perfect fingers and the doctor never looks to care. The boys body is torn piece by piece and removed from the woman. The doctor needs to make sure she gets all the pieces, brain matter too.

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Where is the love in this?

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Through culture we change the now to fix the future.

I heard a woman say, "After you write it speak it out loud."