Lost...

Miscarriage....

Sweet child of mine, be strong... 

Sweet child of mine, be wise... 

Sweet child of mine, be kind... 

Sweet children of ours, be fine..

Sweet children of ours, don't you cry...

Mummy will be here with you tonight.. 

Starting now, ending never, 

Mummy will be here forever... 

Sweet children of ours, don't you cry... 

Mummy will be holding you tight...

Within the depths of her painful slumber, the lady calls out for her dear unborn children. Two boys and a girl.. They met her with smiles and giggles, each holding out their little hands to her. Yet as she reached for them, their tiny limbs were sliced and separated from their frail bodies, their shrill cries ringing into her ears. With a shriek, she bursts forward, cradling her little bodies close, crying along with them. Held within her arms, her triplets sniffed and laid their little heads upon her bosom.

They were then...

Shredded into bits and pieces..

She SCREAMED! "NO!!!!!! My babies! NO!!!"

But it was too late... Far too late. They were lost. Lost in the darkness that overwhelmed her, enveloping her and stabbing their filthy tendrils deep. From her haze, she heard a voice, cruel and beguiling. "You'll never be happy... I won't let you.."

Reviews

[TJ]

Wow. Very deep, very darkm very powerful! The best writers invoke emtions in their readers and this short piece invoked a ton in me. How depressingly divine. How groteesquely beautiful
Good Work

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Moving, haunting and statically unreal, a well written piece, well done