He was told
He was destined to be overcome
By his children
So instead of embracing
Those ugly darlings
He consumed every single one.
If they stayed inside
-He said to himself-
He would have control
He would be able to protect the ones around him
From the burdens of himself.
No one would know what he held inside.
Oh, but those ugly darlings
Kept boring into his world
And that poor man, he just kept eating
Like an involuntary glutton
Until his body was too pregnant with them.
One day,
Without even a small warning
One ugly darling punched their fist through his mouth
Knocking his teeth
Breaking his jaw open so wide
He was dislodged.
A rapid of them fell out of him
With such a force
That the people he so tried to protect
Were now made to take the hit
Of all that he had inside
He watched
As they drowned in his miasma.
And he could no longer do anything to stop it.
He was told
He was destined to be overcome
By his children.
And there he laid
The maker of his own destiny
Had lost control again.
Looking at the mess he made
He felt embarrassed
By the pain he had caused
Yet still, he knew himself
It was only a matter of time.
Looking down at his hand
He stared at the shriveled darling
Slipping through his fingers
And put whatever was left of it
In his mouth.
