Postpartum Depression Leads to Strange Cravings

I've been lagging on posting lately...school has kept me sufficiently busy. That's just the way this blog is going to have to roll.  A bit more action during breaks, slow like a geriatric snail during the semester(s).

This little piece was inspired by an article from The Huffington Post titled "Otty Sanchez, Woman Accused of Killing Newborn, Ate Brain: Police." So yeah...'nuff said.

POSTPARTUM DEPRESSION LEADS TO STRANGE CRAVINGS

     I was merely trying to rectify a mistake, a retroactive correction. Certainly it was the Devil's work, but even the Devil has a novel idea from time to time.

     So did Jonathan Swift.

     I never desired a child. My life was meant to take a more successful path.

     I gobbled his tiny toes because they tickled my womb, peeled off his face because I loathed those needy eyes, pleading with me for constant nourishment.

     I hoped his brains would offer me further insight into the loss of my cognitive abilities.

     Why did I ever allow another man into my life?