when the doctors came out they were visibly exhausted and shaken
and stained red with spattered blood
the birth had killed my wife but the child had survived
i went into a room and i saw the baby
i wasn't allowed to hold it but i stood and looked at it through a haze of confusion and contempt
i took the child home and cared for it
over time it began to crawl and then walk
over time it grew teeth and bit me
i sat and watched him break every toy i gave him to play with
i picked up the cat dead after he threw it down the stairs and broke its neck
i watched him and felt the resentment grow, seeing what was left in place of my wife
he was a thing as far removed from humanity as the most vile beast
i grew and began a sense of my hatred for them
the day came when i no longer was willing to accept him as the result of my seed
i approached him sleeping in his bed and put a pillow over his face
there was no sadness in this
as he started to struggle for air i saw a flash of something and felt a warm stinging pain in my chest
i let go of the pillow and saw the knife in my stomach
the blood spilled across the floor and i dropped to my knees
then he came to finish me with the knife in his hand and murder in his eyes