https://windsongmyths.wordpress.com/2019/05/18/creating-hell-for-fun-and-profit/
Creating Hell for Fun and Profit
(excerpt)
...
What becomes of unwanted
children?
Pimped out or outright sold
for
sadistic pleasures?
Dying on broken streets of
disease
or violence, drugs of death,
suicides?
Is this what you meant, what you
demand,
vulture-eyed zealots rapt for your
evil
deity?
...
Nobody likes to admit what casual
cruelty we are capable of. Gang-raping children because we can doesn’t appeal to
our desired self-image. Her mother allowed it in exchange for food, a place to
sleep, the blessed drugs to keep away the pain of knowing the endless, hopeless
misery life had become. Or, she was alone on that dark street, lost and
frightened, with nowhere safe to go, no one protecting her just then. Her
sexuality tempted me, in all that frenzy of bonding blood cries, heightened
primal energies, hot insistent bodies falling under ritual spell. She is but a
sacrifice, a holding cell for sin. There is no freedom for will to grow within
her, only unwanted, tainted seed, thrust outward from the nauseous collective
psyche to poison her potential. Does she need to be defined by what has been
done against her nascent will?
...
Cruelty (excerpt)
https://nightspages.blogspot.com/ – {patchwork narrative} a flash fiction serial following the
story of a child vampire, the eternal child monster working out that
existence
Throughout night walks I see, touch
their misery;
so many unwanted people, so much
gratuitous cruelty.
Children thoughtlessly conceived,
grudgingly expelled helpless,
let loose into the world without a
friend. All these people who
trust death much more than
life.
A streak of compassion grasps my
pondering mind, takes thought
into a whirl of streams. I am drawn
to wondering about mothers,
their archetype of loving
protection. How do beleaguered women
conscious of their inability to give
what they lack, of their bleakness,
allow their children birth into
useless suffering, into brutality?
Inculcated or innate, maternal
imperative, moral responsibility to love
and protect, ought sound strong
warning against prolonging
unfortunate gestation. Certainly
women have always shared knowledge,
means of ending what ought not have
begun. Or do they feel need for
outward manifestation of their sins
of pleasure, of weakness, of
worthlessness? Do they bear not
blessings but images to punish,
a chain of blood and thorns as
reminder and retribution?
,
Do potential mothers, pregnant with
potential children
who have no interest in being born,
diseased or
precognizant of earthly
depredations, do they as
sympathetic hosts feel this horror
of gestation’s
consequences? Are these unborn the
true instigators
of abortive maternal acts? If their
mothers are not able,
or sufficiently sympathetic, to
comply, is suicide a
rectification, a severely late-term
abortion.
