Lullabies are for babies
too hard to understand by an adult
so let me write a song in story
of a girl
who has a little too much to understand..
And those little minutes felt like forever,like it's perpetuity
Ripping away all sense of normality
like the last crumbs of an exploded sack
she slept on withered leaf
sucking on the bones of her rotting body
holding back panicked cycles of breaths
like little kids hold back precious toys
sinister smiling eyes
Vengeful tears
Sempiternal and perdurable Curses
Rushed through her lips
"You're so pretty.."
you're an ebony.
Your titties are firm...
seeds of trepidations sowed
in a daughter,
whose struggling Mother,
didn't know,
she couldn't go any farther
........
That day;
The devil forgot
dirt on the sparkling edge of a mouth watering dish
Devil is the new serpent like in Eden
That caused the inhumanly act
Though cleansed,mind and soul is involved
............
and many years later
her sheets are still marinated
trembling with the sound of her own silence voice
Breaking
Cleaving
Thinking
Concluding
.........................
There is grieving
Labara is dead
Categories:
labara, anger, cry, death, funeral,
Form: ABC