Excerpt 4 from "Diary of a Despondent Mother"
A Lullaby For An Angel
Gentle eyes
Rest your head
Fold your wings
Little angel
I will hold you close
Little angel
I will love you dearly
In my arms
Your delicate breaths
Sweet angel
[Something has been very intensely scratched out and a small drop of blood is by the scratches.]
My babygirl. Where are you? Sweetheart? I know it and her fault. Not mine. Not mine. She killed you. This is her fault. She was never a good mother. Betrayed me as a child. Betraying me now. By killing you. She will be first. The land will savor her body.
[A drawing of a hill with a long mouth filled with sharp teeth is below this.]