She loved the lullabies and rhymes her mother used to sing. The soothing rhythms eased her into a sleep sweetened by dreams.
But as she aged she began to understand the words. The single mother who lived in a shoe. A city on fire. The elderly woman who couldn’t even feed her dog. Dead birds that could sing. The baby who fell from a tree. The children who fell down with the plague.
The world of horrors heard through the ears of children. Formative years filled with a subtle darkness.
She vowed to never sing them to her own.
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