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I hear her at my back door crying

her eyes out and clawing at the screen.

She is the wondering spirit of every broken mother.

She is the siren of the desert, feeding men to the dogs.

Cursed to perform eternal retribution with her own slender hands

on all men for driving her to drown her children.

Now she is full of poison milk.

Pray that the Virgin keeps you from the demon, from the weeping

beggar of the children, and the embrace of the unholy.

Pray that the Virgin keeps you from the unholy.