Postpartum

Thoughts and urges
Never disclosed
Never shared
Until now

Little baby boy
Pretty rose between his legs
So pretty
Want to take him in my mouth
So yummy
Want to eat him up

Unsettling urges
No rhyme or reason
Thoughts that pass
Memory remains
Urges not actions
Still disturbing
Is this what it means?
“So cute, I could eat him up!”

No desire
No emotions
Behind the thoughts
Behind the urges
Just disturbing thoughts
Fleeting compulsions
To eat a baby boy