Morguebaby

It was berthed on the surgical table, cold. It's green skin, flecks fluttering off like flesh bound butterflies.

The child had naught in life, and had died weeks before. Of course, the parents; neglectful. Not noticing the stopping of the kicking, the playful hands pushing outwards. And had seemingly squirted out of the womb, landing in an oily slick. a slick that entombed the room in the smell of putrid, rotten death.

A yellow-green mucus followed the kind that was in your stomach. Acid. but in this case a putrid acid that seemed to flood the room.

Then of course they saw the state of the "child" or "mass" as was more apropriate. The right arm, deformed. the left following suit, a small finger had detatched, now only a rotten stumb Sat at the end a green stump, pulsating and writhing with a rigour only could in death.

But the parents, oh the parents. Now they cried, they bawled. "What has become of our beautiful boy?" Although now due to putrification was now genderless. But they weren't thinking of their boy just a week before, when throwing back shot after shot. Jack daniels, vodka. It all became the same after a while. It was all acid. And the smoke, that choked the child daily, forcing him into a heightened state of breathing near death every twenty minutes it seemed. He was not even born yet, but already, in his small undeveloped brain, he resented life. Resented the torture those who (if born) would say "I love you!" Forgetting the months of torment that he suffered at the hands of neglect.

But after an hour, the crying stopped. And after six they went back to their old ways, chucking back more shots hoping to drown out their sorrows. They had already drowned their son. But then a deathly scream bellowed across town. And then another city. And then in africa...Russia...Indonesia.

Not all horror is ghosts, werewolves and zombies.

We are the biggest monsters, and we think ourselves civilised.

I resent you, just as that child resented its parents.

The true horror, the monster; mankind. Our self entitlement our "superiority" over the apes, the dogs, the ants. You know nothing.

In this life. We are all born hung.