Hive Family Mind: Swelling Black Appendage I

If she knew love first...

      There wouldn't be of need for a cure to the most common itch, A daughter aching for a son's heart; both grown all too bitter and cold. Anxious and complaisant in a heritage of silence so swollen from an ilk never awoken from a compassionless regime.

In lieu of our participation in,
Raising children without...