It was trivial at first, you know. I’d find dead flies in [Michael’s] crib with their wings shorn off, and as he got older, small rodents … He said they were presents because he loved me. Oh, and his love did flow … Each time I would dutifully bury one of these gifts along with a piece of my soul. Well, I tried to find a silver lining—to make lemonade out of lemons—so every time I buried one of his presents, I planted a rose bush on top. You know, from death springs life eternal … I never thought I would tire of the smell of roses. Roses had always been my favorite flower, but soon they made me just want to retch. — Constance Langdon in AHS: Apocalypse, Episode 6.
My Type is Homicidal 