Rock-a-Bye-Baby

"something sticky on the inside"
heather nova

i must not be a mother. i will not be a mother. i am not wot worthy of the name of mary. maria.

motherhood, as tempting as suicide. motherhood!!! motherhood will only lead to suicide, i will not kill that baby without me accompanying it.

pills and plastic that bring you into non-existence and reduce you to a fucking concept. do not scream for life, i will not be burdened with your life. do not say coward, do not say selfish. trust mamma and hush. stay put. trust mamma.

i cannot be a mother. my mother was enough of a mother for two generations so my gift has drowned in her womb. i was born fruitless.

"Rock-a-bye baby, in the tree top
When the wind blows, the cradle will rock
When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall
And down will come baby, cradle and all
Rock-a-bye baby, in the tree top
When the wind blows, the cradle will rockWhen the bough breaks, the cradle will fall
And down will come baby, cradle and all"