Why? What vainglory would make this twisted husk that is my flesh be worth it? Beauty ever lasting, the cost to be paid by the the flesh and blood that grew within her. Mother? Mother!? Why, it burns, takes over the heart, the mind, the soul. His voice whispering in my ear every second of every day. Please, make it stop, let it end, let me fade away. Twisted is the flesh, warped is the soul, broken is the heart.
