Blackfeather Woods Bloody Mary, full of vodka, blessed are you amongst cocktails.

Potema rn:

She was on a poppy fueled haze for the past few days. It was necessary. Everytime she saw the children move she wanted to hurt them. Then herself. It was a vicious cycle of internal pain and poppy numbness that continued at a faster and faster pace every time she was forced to feed them.

@Vaati had been keeping an eye on her, making sure that his siblings were fed. She had said little to anyone every since they were born, glaring at her son everyone she was forced to give her milk to children who should have died like their siblings. 

She didn't even bother eating the dead ones. Like with many things concerning them, it was enough to make her vomit. She ate whatever she was given. 

Her life seemed autonomous, controlled by someone else. The only thing that she had power over in her life was how many poppy seeds to take this time, though even that was rapidly falling out of her hands.