Hate Child

This unwanted obsession you spawned
in the darkness of my mind
is screaming.
Suckled on crumbs of distortion,
the child is bloated with self-loathing.
Her cries plead adoration
to ears that fall into blindness.
The fading voice feigns unconsciousness
as this unwelcome offspring
is aborted with the rusty hanger
of your indifference.

--A. J. Huffman

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