Let me take you for a walk
In your mother's tomb, may she rest in peace.

Looking at you with her deep, empty orbits
You will see the one who carried you
Between those fine, rotting hips of hers,
A place you once called home.

Together we will take a breath
Of fresh, infested vapors
And take a trip in time
When she was alive
And smiling.

You will put your hand and grab
Her green, decaying liver
And remember how she taught you
How to grasp a spoon.

I will then give you
A cup to quench your thirst
And indulge yourself
With the taste of your mother's
Last heartbeats of blood.