#spookypoetrypoems
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
Sep 28, 2020
Sep 28, 2020 at 6:50 PM UTC