StepMother

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The memory was soft like silk;
A hazy film that covered my mind

Yet, a black curtain of sorrow
The fiery flames of orange embers fluctuate

The chilling scrambled eggs, slimy like mucus and tasting of remorse

I did my hardest to please by giving the best I had, depriving my sleep

The slight whispering of the voices in my head

Thank God I am no longer in that house

~S~

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