Im sorry to be a dissapointment to you, mother.
So maybe, eat me, consume my flesh and sould, the birth me again,
maybe this time around I'll make you proud.
Eat me up, dear mother.
This time I promise I'll behave.
Consume me so I can prove my love to you.
I'll rip out my heart and cut the flesh out of my bones, then I'll lay them in your plate, I'll hand you a fork and the sharpest knife in the kitchen.
I'll put a gun in your hand, your finger in the trigger and I'll pull it for you.
I'll turn on the fire wood and tie myself to the stake.
I'll heat up the oven and climb into it when its ready.
I'll lay in the platter voluntarily.
There is nothing stopping you.
Nothing keeping you down.
So,eat me,
Mother.
