(This was a catchy title, was it not.)

Welcome, I’m narrator Melson with an M,

Not Nelson with an N.

This is not a fucking joke

I should not even be telling you about this story

Because one day I will have to pay the price for speaking about the unspeakable, diabolical, inhumane, incriminating story that I am going to tell. You, too, as reader, like the cat murdered by curiosity, will be affected by reading this story, you have been warned.

It was a long time ago,

Somewhere,

On 18th street,

A young Mother to be named Hortensia

Walks the sidewalk

Hands Tangled with his.

They kiss.

Thinking of names

Like Melony or James

Or Angel or Grace

Or Cielo or Antonia.

 

Apartment is cold.

The couple is poor,

But love in their eyes

A lovely surprise,

To see loving people

Whos love is that strong

They are right to be wrong

And right to belong

It’s a bond that not many can make

And others are outthere who made a mistake.

And faces that hate

Stuck with their fate

Plate after plate

They ate and they ate

but they never will sate.

 

The neighbor named Kate

A cradleless mate

Who lived with mistake

After fatal mistake

She had a miscarriage

That ruined her marriage

Her husband, assaulted,

rude and embarrassed

Said,

we’re ruined as parents.

Abandoned and left her

A fruit with no nectar

And thats when

the devil

began to affect her.

became like her mentor

at times would torment her

and made her

A depraved sexual offender

she looks for the tender

who dont let her enter

she walked to the home of

Hortensia and Vector,

She entered a woman

and came out a mother

a baby in blankets

all bloody and bandaged.

She died hours later

Pedestrian found her

on 18th and Walker

Alone in the street.

And Kate was arrested

Death by injection.

Charged with 3 murders.

Awaiting her death.

September the 2nd

1998,

the night when it happened,

they say, that on 18th st,

many have heard the cries of a baby.

and in Chowchilla Prison,

Inmates say they still hear the sounds of the lady

who cried every night, til the day that she died.

Inmate Katelyn Lee Hodges, age 45.

Thank you for your time,

I am narrator Melson with an M,

Not like Nelson with an N.

Goodnight.