The destroyed me...

Mother

Mother,he called her..

Ohh..Am I a mother to you,she asked,her gaze lingered on him..

He nodded..

She smiled..

Dear,when you were drunk yesterday,you called me something else..

She came close,her eyes cold,long fingers touching his cheeks,

What..He stammered..

You called me by my name,said the dead father of yours doesnot deserve it,me wasting my time waiting,for an end to meet him..

You came close,holding my hands,pulling me closer,trying to kiss me..

Did you forget,or pretend to forget,my dear child,the woman in white asked,yet her fingers had long clutched his neck,

He never knew,her fragile appearance was only for sake,

And he never got the chance to see,as she cried,pulling his dead body close..

For she was his mother,her womb was his home..

And silently she walked inside the prison,for payment of price,of murdering her child in rage and greed..