I was born
in a flash
the morning sun
I was born
as a demon
to my mother; capricornic
all fresh, wet, and dripping
with the paint?
of someone's blood
and my great-grandfather's tobacco spit
my lungs both filled with water
I was already a special case
causing terror
delicate thing ruining lives
her face frozen as a twisted pale
statuette there was a truck parked
on her chest
my horns grew in and my
tongue was like a kriss
undulating steely sharp
edge a paradox
why did I plunge it through her heart
the lamb softly bleating fading out
and her tears slowly dripped into
her chest
I learned what I was.
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