dear mom,
these voices were with me,
when cedric and aaron weren't.
when daddy died,
mommy these voices were with me,
telling me that it was daddy's fault,
that i was alone.
when emma hurt me,
the voices told me to hurt her.
so i punched her.
when cedric was trying to befriend me,
the voices were there,
telling me to push him away.
mommy the voices protect me from harms way,
except for today though.
these voices are tearing me up,
shredding my insides,
chewing up my bones,
munching on my very soul.
"you killed your mother.
you killed your father.
you killed angie.
you killed marcus.
you killed them all!"
shut up.
make it stop.
make it stop, please.
make them stop.
mommy,
make them stop!
make them shut up already!
make them shut up already!
love,
ann
furiously written on body with pen.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Mom,
Short Storya girl sending letters to her mother. {lowercase intended} Short Story #131 on 6.4.14 cover created by @modestmuslimah
