mind hunter

Reconstructed from the waste, I am a recycled voice with another face.

My seams sewn with fabric soaked in blood as the warmth chills me with all its love.

The stench stifling yet the package is so perfectly normal and inornate. 

Shoes slightly larger than expected but my toes will grow with each prey and we all become infected.

Lullabies sung with poisoned words and slithering tongues.

How could it be anything different than the beast we raised from whom torment and suffering lays.