i met a little boy who had a crush on his mom. she would stroke his forehead when he was sick, and nuzzle in close when the thunder rolled outside his bedroom window.
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"i want to marry her when i grow up," he would say.
she divorced his daddy when he was only 2 years old.
they had a fight and her blood was all over the kitchen cabinet.
she showed him how the stars last for an eternity, and he showed her how to make peanut butter sandwhiches.
even though she already knew.
her smile lit his insides, and he got butterflies when they held hands.
"i'm in love with my mommy," he would sing all day.
"she's the greatest person ever," he would tell me.
one day this ltitle boy went into his mother's bedroom. and she wasn't there. he yelled for her to come, but she didn't budge.
where was she?
the bathroom door was open, he giggled. mommy was playing a game.
he opened the door and stood there, his eyes 10 feet from his head. his arms went limp, and his shoulders started to sag. the little boy had asthma, and only mommy knew where the inhaler was.
she was in a bathtub filled with blood. 87 slits to each wrist, he could see her bones. her chest wasn't moving. he looked at the wall, which was usually bright white and sparkling, instead it held a endless message.
"i love you, johnny. mommy couldn't handle it."
he picked up the razor and slit his throat.
i knew a little boy who always told me he wanted to marry his mommy.
and he did.