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MORBID
by DAMAGODDESS
"She's not a normal child" they say.
"Too precocious, too intellectual.
Why does she talk that way?" they say.
"With no emotion, no inflection?"
The other toddlers finger paint.
She draws and colours in the lines.
She creates scenes of death and gore.
Something is wrong with this child.
"She's just a little Morbid" they say.
"From such a good Christian home.
Such a shame, such a shock" they say.
"Did Satan mark this little angel's soul?"
The other girlies giggle and point.
She reads of ancient battles and graves.
She imagines she is a queen or king.
Something is wrong with this child.
"She's just a little Morbid" they say.
"Something might be wrong with her mind.
She won't grow up to kill" they say.
"Jesus will save her from shame.".
The other children grow and talk.
She does not try to reach out.
She's a beauty but they do not touch her.
They all steer clear of Morbid.
"She's just a little Morbid" they say.
"It's just a phase that will go away.
She'll stop flirting with the devil someday.
She'll learn she cannot be this way."
The other teenagers laugh and jeer.
She smokes and glares from far away.
She is drawn to those who aren't afraid.
Something is wrong with this child.
"She's just a little Morbid" they say.
"She dreams about demons.
She surrounds her soul with fae" they say.
"A fantasy world where she is safe."
The other women swoon and flirt.
She knows she's different, she likes them to hurt.
She sits in her cell and cringes from herself.
Something is wrong with this child.
"She's just a little Morbid" they say.
"She wants to watch people suffer, it's weird.
She'll get put in her place" they say.
"She'll meet a real man and learn some sense."
The other mommies coo and nurture.
She isn't from this time somehow.
She curses her barren body some days.
Sometimes its all she lives for.
"She's just a little Morbid" they say.
"She isn't a wife or clone or mother.
She needs to find some other way.
Something is wrong with Morbid."
The other Morbids accept and don't run.
She finally has a place of solace.
She isn't of this world of the absurd.
This world that hates the Morbid.
"She's just a little Morbid" they say.
"Nothing wrong with her soul.
It takes a while to see" they say.
"That it's really ok to be Morbid."
