A Whim
She had two options
And a whim
It was on a whim
That they were born
And just as much that
They stayed alive
They're the kind that hurt her
The kind that backed her into a corner
Giving her only two options
She resented their kind
The ones she carried within
Would be no exemption
To this hatred
Sonograms scribbled in red
A tally of how many she got rid of
A skewed ratio in her offspring
The screaming cries of a
Blood-drenched monster
Monsters she couldn't bring herself
To cull
It was a on a whim
That they were born at all
And more that they lived
She saw their kind everywhere
Loose and reckless like housecats
But without being endearing
She carried them
Living burdens to her existence
That needed to be punished
Especially
She had two options
And a whim
She'd make sure
They would pay a price
A price
For existing
For being one their kind
She had no choices
In how she conceived them
Much less whether she'd have conceived at all
She hated them
Each and every last one of their kind
For putting her in this position
She let them live, certainly,
But she'd amend this
She had two options and a whim
Her sons would have none
This is justice.
And a whim
It was on a whim
That they were born
And just as much that
They stayed alive
They're the kind that hurt her
The kind that backed her into a corner
Giving her only two options
She resented their kind
The ones she carried within
Would be no exemption
To this hatred
Sonograms scribbled in red
A tally of how many she got rid of
A skewed ratio in her offspring
The screaming cries of a
Blood-drenched monster
Monsters she couldn't bring herself
To cull
It was a on a whim
That they were born at all
And more that they lived
She saw their kind everywhere
Loose and reckless like housecats
But without being endearing
She carried them
Living burdens to her existence
That needed to be punished
Especially
She had two options
And a whim
She'd make sure
They would pay a price
A price
For existing
For being one their kind
She had no choices
In how she conceived them
Much less whether she'd have conceived at all
She hated them
Each and every last one of their kind
For putting her in this position
She let them live, certainly,
But she'd amend this
She had two options and a whim
Her sons would have none
This is justice.
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Yes, "cull" is deliberate, however, in that instance, it refers to "hard culling"