Mary Is Coming - Cretin

«Mary is coming,» she kept telling them.

No one had a clue that she was talking

about her baby, mainly

because she wasn’t pregnant.

Se- cretly, she had stalked the woman down the

street, timing the attack

so the baby would live through it, but after knocking the woman over the head

she couldn’t bring

herself to cut it out.

She knew she was a coward, and mothers needed courage.

Depressed, she bought a doll, trained for weeks, and finally worked it up her

vagina.

Just to know how

it felt.

But it got stuck in there.

She missed work, sleeping most of the week

and failing to eat.

When the

paramedics arrived and found her in a puddle of infection, she moaned,

«Mary is coming.»

One said,

«Ma'am, you’re in shock.»

She wanly smiled.

«Mary means wished for.

Isn’t that beautiful?»

But there

was nothing beautiful about Mary.

Still, she wept when they allowed her to hold

her.

She went to jail

and never saw Mary again.