Ill find you son.

Nm

You're probably still drunk as I write this.
Ugh
I hate you
I just..
I can't believe you had the abortion
That was supposed to be our kid!
My son!
Our son!
He could've been a great person.
Our great pride.
Our joy.
Now he stinks in a pool of blood in the bathroom garbage can.
I don't think I can do this anymore.
I'm furious.
But I still want you
But
What you just did.
Unforgivable
I didn't care what my parents said.
Why should you?
Huh?
I dream now
Of our son.
Burning. Pleading. Squealing .
Asking what he ever did wrong.
Burning.
His tiny fingers reaching towards me.
The devil pulls him back into his red flaming arms.
His skin sizzles in the swarming heat
He didn't deserve this.
I don't deserve this.
Your laying on the floor now.
Dead drunk
Dead conscience.
The room stinks of cheap gin.
I can't take this.
I really just can't
......
....
..
Well then
I've decided
If you're looking for me.
My body is at the bottom of the ocean.
I can't just leave our son alone with the devil.
I'll comfort our son.
I'll find him there.