(This was a catchy title, was it not.)<\/p>\n
Welcome, I’m narrator Melson with an M,<\/p>\n
Not Nelson with an N.<\/p>\n
This is not a fucking joke<\/p>\n
I should not even be telling you about this story<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
It was a long time ago,<\/p>\n
Somewhere,<\/p>\n
On 18th street,<\/p>\n
A young Mother to be named Hortensia<\/p>\n
Walks the sidewalk<\/p>\n
Hands Tangled with his.<\/p>\n
They kiss.<\/p>\n
Thinking of names<\/p>\n
Like Melony or James<\/p>\n
Or Angel or Grace<\/p>\n
Or Cielo or Antonia.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Apartment is cold.<\/p>\n
The couple is poor,<\/p>\n
But love in their eyes<\/p>\n
A lovely surprise,<\/p>\n
To see loving people<\/p>\n
Whos love is that strong<\/p>\n
They are right to be wrong<\/p>\n
And right\u00a0to belong<\/p>\n
It’s a bond that not many can make<\/p>\n
And others are outthere who made a mistake.<\/p>\n
And faces that hate<\/p>\n
Stuck with their fate<\/p>\n
Plate after plate<\/p>\n
They ate and they ate<\/p>\n
but they never will sate.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
The neighbor named Kate<\/p>\n
A cradleless mate<\/p>\n
Who lived with mistake<\/p>\n
After fatal mistake<\/p>\n
She had a miscarriage<\/p>\n
That ruined her marriage<\/p>\n
Her husband, assaulted,<\/p>\n
rude and embarrassed<\/p>\n
Said,<\/p>\n
we’re ruined as parents.<\/p>\n
Abandoned and left her<\/p>\n
A fruit with no nectar<\/p>\n
And thats when<\/p>\n
the devil<\/p>\n
began to affect her.<\/p>\n
became like her mentor<\/p>\n
at times would torment her<\/p>\n
and made her<\/p>\n
A depraved sexual offender<\/p>\n
she looks for the tender<\/p>\n
who dont let her enter<\/p>\n
she walked to the home of<\/p>\n
Hortensia and Vector,<\/p>\n
She entered a woman<\/p>\n
and came out a mother<\/p>\n
a baby in blankets<\/p>\n
all bloody and bandaged.<\/p>\n
She died hours later<\/p>\n
Pedestrian found her<\/p>\n
on 18th and Walker<\/p>\n
Alone in the street.<\/p>\n
And Kate was arrested<\/p>\n
Death by injection.<\/p>\n
Charged with 3 murders.<\/p>\n
Awaiting her death.<\/p>\n
September the 2nd<\/p>\n
1998,<\/p>\n
the night when it happened,<\/p>\n
they say, that on 18th st,<\/p>\n
many have heard the cries of a baby.<\/p>\n
and in Chowchilla Prison,<\/p>\n
Inmates say they still hear the sounds of the lady<\/p>\n
who cried every night, til the day that she died.<\/p>\n
Inmate Katelyn Lee Hodges, age 45.<\/p>\n
Thank you for your time,<\/p>\n
I am narrator Melson with an M,<\/p>\n
Not like Nelson with an N.<\/p>\n
Goodnight.<\/p>\n
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