Originally posted for the Mood Challenge in BioShock Amino.

One of my favorite forms of poetry to write in is found poetry, which is made by taking lines from another source and reframing them to give it enhanced or new meaning.

That said, here we go!

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All I care about

I did not find

Tormentors

In the prison camp but

Kindred spirits

 

Never do I see the

Blueprints of sin

 

Only sixteen years old

When I realize

I have love

For science

 

The first home for Little Sisters will open

And the problem will be

Solved

 

All that killing

You think they could have been

Interested in something

Useful

 

They deliver

And they don’t ask questions

 

They call me

Das Wunderkind

The wonder child

 

What makes something like me?

 

Sometimes

I just know

 

These children I

brutalized have

Awoken something in me that

For most

Is beautiful and natural

 

But in me is an

Abomination

 

My maternal instinct

 

How can a child

Know such a thing

 

I know why it has to be children

But

Why just girls?

 

I feel hatred

Like I never felt before

In my chest

Bitter, burning fury

I can barely breathe

 

They are still children

They play

Sing

 

Sometimes they

Look at me

And they don’t

Stop

 

Sometimes they smile

One of the children sat in my lap

I push her off

I shout

get away from me

 

Filthy hair hanging in her face

Dirty clothes

And

That dead glow in her eye

 

Suddenly

I know

It is not this child

I hate

 

Well

If you are going to do such things

At least you should do them

Properly