August 28, 2015

“What was it the pills were supposed to accomplish? To make everything normal? To make me into an agreeable woman? A good mother? The children were still monsters. The neighbors were still missing. There was still a strange foam that seemed to go through the windows although the man swore the glass was never unlocked. The pills changed nothing. It did not matter how many pills the man piled on my tongue. There was no difference in reality. And the reality was that my children, the man’s and my children were beasts. They were rabid, feral little beasts that refused domesticity despite our keeping them in a house. They would not be house-trained. They would not be house-broken. They would not be potty-trained. They would not learn table manners. All they did was demand meat.”

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