A figure sat still
in a corner of the room
The room was quiet until,
the figure took uneasy breaths
I knew who this figure belonged to
I knew it at the first glance
but assured myself it wasn't,
it can't be...
It rose its head,
its hollow sockets met my eyes
My mother.
Her lips twitched a little
and that was all it took
to make everything go black.
Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 1:59 PM UTC
A figure sat still
in a corner of the room
The room was quiet until,
the figure took uneasy breaths
I knew who this figure belonged to
I knew it at the first glance
but assured myself it wasn't,
it can't be...
It rose its head,
its hollow sockets met my eyes
My mother.
Her lips twitched a little
and that was all it took
to make everything go black.
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