My mom: I am sorry for what
Have put you and dad through
Me:that is for Allah do judge remorse
Not me
My mom walks slowly in to the ocean
Where an eye comes
Before she enters the pupil
She turns
And says: I love you sweetie
And goes in the eye of hell
I yell out:
That is for Allah to decide
She and the eye disappear
At the witching hour
The eye of satan
The very portal to
The underworld