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Was it arrogance
to imagine a star
glorious and gloating within me,
without considering
all the implications?
I was not prepared
when I named my starchild so
(mine, surely, would be superior to all others)
that he would become truly starlike;
monstrously living up to his name.
He was not a twinkle
in his father’s eye.
He was a supernova
and he scorched his way out
melting my entrails.
My bones became wax,
my red, beating heart dribbled
like nectar from my loins
and all that was left inside was charred;
black smoldering husks.
Did the changelings replace him
even in the womb?
This malformed lump of flesh...
surely, It is not mine.
Kill the wailing impostor.
(How dare IT weep
when my tears are frozen in my throat
The parasite should be honest in its villainy
and laugh as It destroys me,
not pretend to be the injured party!)
The creature would eat my heart if It could
but no, I have buried it
deep in my gardens (a poisonous seed).
My sister's child nurses one small scrap.
That fragment warms joyously
but only
when he makes It scream.