She stood there in the rain
Drops dripping down her full lips
She wondered why she came
But continued moving forward
Her eyes set in a glaze
Dark, but not in a mysterious way
They were kind
She was too
But where she was headed was full gloom
She had slow and gentle steps
But her hands were tense with worry
Will they still love her?
Or leave her there to bury?
She is now at home
Looking through the glass
Raindrops
Drip
Drip
All the way to her past
She's waited for this moment since she was a mere thought
But her mother
Believes these things are self-taught
She doesn't want to be a burden
There's more than rain on her cheeks
She has not learned this
It's simply who she is to be
She sees her mother in the window now
Just yesterday she was saying of how proud
One step closer
Mother out of view
Her black hair sticking to her face
As she holds her breath and turns blue
Hand on the doorknob
She moves it ever so slightly
"Honey?"
"Yes Mum?" she says so politely
"Where have you been?"
"Finding myself"
"Pardon me?" she says as her brows furrow tightly
"Mum, will you love me no matter what?"
She rests her hand on the table
So conveniently placed
Holding herself
Inspiring the disgrace
"Yes of course darling, why what's the matter?"
The girl stares at her Mother
Her teeth begin to chatter
"I love her"
She says at last
The demons are gone
She is free
She is out
Her mother has no expression
No words
No sense of doubt
The girl can't tell what's in her head
"Say something"
She says as she reaches down
Not a sign
She begins to pull the drawer out
"Mummy please"
The tears are streaming now
"Go to hell"
She said it
No going back to tell
Hand on it
Ready to go love herself alone
-Bang-
Her brains were completely blown
Yet her heart keeps beating with the raindrops
Drip
Drop
Drip
Drop
Stop.
About the Creator
Ecarg Nosive
I'm a 27 year old writer from Ohio trying to make my passion, my career. Besides writing I enjoy animals, nature, and concerts.
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