Don't Call Me Crazy

by Octavia Grant

For centuries, women had the power to distract men so severely that nations had crumbled, relationships were destroyed, and lives were lost.

“When money talks, truth is silent.”

Life has taught me that the people closest to us are normally the people we have to watch the closest.

Isn’t it funny how people are quick to notice when a little girl is being fast, but those same people never notice when that little girl is being molested.”

Daughters were viewed as competition and therefore not given the love that they deserved.

“She said there isn’t a woman on this earth that can take my spot. She didn’t say that her husband hadn’t tried to put a child in her spot.”

Amalia had no way of knowing that Sylvia repeated those words to herself every day. It was the mantra that she used daily to keep her sanity. She knew it was a huge lie. There was nothing a woman could do for a man the preferred his companion underage. Sadly, to keep the life that she lived, even if she had to sacrifice her own children, she tolerated and encouraged her husband’s perversion.

Silence was uncomfortable and uncomfortable people needed to fill the area with sound.

As far as his organs, I ate a few just so I could shit it out onto him.” Amalia threw her head back and laughed.

Once I removed Royce’s skin from his useless body, I brought Sylvia back into the room. When she opened her eyes and saw the masterpiece I entitled, ‘dead and skinless daddy’, she opened her mouth to scream but only gurgles came out. Hard to scream with a freshly ripped out tongue. While she was gurgling and trying to crawl away, I draped his moist bloody skin over her shoulders and forced her tongueless mouth on her husband’s skinless dick.

Hearing her admit to chewing on flesh and eating internal organs made him want to throw up.