The Eleventh Tale of Something Vaster – “Almost All the Right Ingredients”

The poison found its way into her food unintentionally.

A well-meaning gesture shrouded in ignorance.

How did I not notice?

Why did it take me so long to realize?

Now all the remedies fall short.

No miracle knocks upon the door

My insides rage as they try to escape me.

I writhe in painful terror and gently hold my dying baby girl.

Her last breath crumples me like a dry leaf as my continual pleas for forgiveness meet silence.