There's something about death.
It ends it all. Ends every breath.
How did this happen? How did we come to this?
I could not remember the last time I smelt bliss.
Everything was awry.
I just wanted to cry cry and cry.
I was in the parlor. He came that night again.
As usual, mom was asleep. Asleep from her pain.
At least she took a break from the reality.
I never did. It was all such a pity.
He looked at me hungrily like he was ready to devour.
I was disgusted at this hungry cow.
"There's something I have to tell you", I told him as he came closer.
As he responded, "That can wait till later",
He pounced on me. I struggled to talk.
He did not want any talk.
And at that moment, my soft girl became undone.
I was tired of this. I wanted this to be over and done.
So, I fought back this time.
I was normally quiet but I screamed this time.
I did not care if my mother knew anymore.
I was fed up, this should be over and done for.
But He was huge and hefty.
I struggled to breathe, I felt chesty.
Suddenly, I heard a loud bang.
Sprinkles of red liquid sprang.
His eyes froze as he looked at me.
Blood flowed from his head like water in a sea.
He fell on the floor as his weight relieved my body.
I watched as he lost his entire breath. His face was bloody.
I looked up and saw my mother.
I could see the immense fear in her eyes, I didn't have to look further.
"Kam..kam..kamsi" she stuttered as she moved closer to me.
Her tears this time, were the most any eye could see.
"Mommy.. mommy" I sobbed like a little child.
I hugged her and said "I am with my father's child.."
"Oh my baby!" She cried and hugged me more tightly.
I hugged her back, more tightly.
She raised my chin and stared at me with teary eyes
"Why..why didn't you tell me all these while?"
"Because you're my best friend. I would rather die than see you suffer." I replied with a faint smile.
I looked at my father's dead body and felt no remorse.
Not a teeny tiny bit of remorse.
I knew now, it was just me and my mother against the world.
Well, the three of us against the world.
I rubbed my stomach. I was about to let another human into this dark world.
Well, at least now, I see a ray of sunshine.
Let's hope it lasts long enough to make everything fine.
But what if it doesn't?
Just.. WHAT IF?
The End.
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WHAT IF?
PoetryLife is full of "what ifs". There's no end to it's uncertainty. This narrative poetry, entails how Kamsi's life mirrors a gruesome childhood, fear of the unknown, violence, bitterness as well as the painful process that comes with the journey towa...
