posted on Jun, 22 2022 @ 09:33 AM
Only a mother knows that pain. How can “he”understand what it feels like now she is gone. Now she is dead. At 5 years old she was too young and I
will never recover.
The mother sits up, slices her belly and smears the blood on the floor in the shape of a pentagram. She writes ancient symbols in a circle around the
pentagram and begins to chant. An electric fog fills the air.
The little coffin on the table begins to shake. The coffin door swings open. A rotted blue arm emerges.
A mother weeps with joy.
edit on 22-6-2022 by TheAlleghenyGentleman because: (no reason given)