chosen one

TribAL dEATH DANCE AROUND THE CHOSEN NE WHO WAS LAYING IN A STRAW MANGER, STILL UNWASHED, JUST BORN FRM its mother's womb, covered in blod, mouth open like a tiny orfice, eyes not open,lids down over its eyes like a blindfish from a cave, fists beating in the air mouth gurgling blood in bubbles. This is the first of them, the chief said, the first of the children who amount to being more than the tribe can feed with its provisions, this is the first child we can no longer all sacrifice so it can live, because look at us we're below a subsistence level, each andevery one of us in fact wearestarving. This is the first child that we must do the unholy thung we dared not think of up to now this is the first child which proves we areno longer a civilization, but a people who if they are to live and precious few of us will, there are too many of us, we are prone to diseasres, we are the society of attrition, from now on, life will not be sacred to us as a society, as infdividuals yes, but asa society life will be a curse, the more of us that are born, the moreof us that live, the longer each of us lives, the more of a drain it puts on the rapidly diminishing food supply and the closer we allcome to extinction. This child signifies a grave and solemn moment, a moment we swore we would never come to as a civilization, an abyss up to now we refused tolook down the gun barrel of our toes tied to a string which is tied to the triger so that in the process of leaning forward to be able to see our future our reality, we would have no option whatsoever, coordination wise it would happen our looking into our future to see our future and experience the lucidity of prescience we would have to well we would have to embrace well our extinction, which is our future, this is the turning point, the point at which feasible deniability has been removed from our brain, hell for years now it has just been a microsoft chip implanted in there that let us see a delusional world we thought was our future but really was hedonism careening towards an out of control overdose, once we crashed through the walls of those lies we'd come upon this bald and naked moment where the truth woulkd become incontraverible to allof us and as a community we would all as one cooperate participate and bond in this act and thus all at once be incapable of denying any of us our overall future, ansd each individual's future, this child must be killed in its cradle because it is the first child that if we let live we know absolutely that his drain on the community foodstuffs will make our society be incapable of feeding every member and furthermore he can't contribute to the work to build up the foodstock, he is a charity case. We have no choice, this is the turning point, this is where we face reality. And the tribe each and every one took a flint splinter knife and drovre it into vital organs of the child, each blow would be enough tokill the child. Blood was everywhere. The wizened corpse in the manger looked like a fetus stillborn in the womb. The tribe drifted apart after that to their individual dwellings, they didn't want to look at each others faces now.
Title: The chosen one

Chosen one letter

Dear Editor,
This is a horror story. If you look at it, really close you'll probably see you can't possibly write a more contemporary horror story than this one. If you don't feel like doing that, its still a good terse piece of horror that's guaranteed to scare the hell out of you. It sets itself up with mounting tension and ends on an ironic note I don't think anyone sees coming. Its called the Chosen One for no good reason at all.
Thank you,