Breed Of Emotions

"I'm a Delicate Flower"

With my headphones on, I saw my mom looking at an image of an actor on her phone, one with the same haircut as my little brother. My brother was closing the gate to our house as the rest of us waited in the car, and as the similarity of the haircuts clicked in my mind, I simply chuckled. Simply coughed out a slight giggle, and suddenly my mom's whole demeanor shifted.
She softly flicked her head, staring at me, her lips parted ever so slightly to reveal the very tips of her front teeth, glistening white against her crimson lipstick like daggers, sparkling fangs, ready to devour anything that threatened what was important to her. I sat in the backseat, my gray sweater and monochromic scarf barely keeping me warm from the cold air. However, as her eyes met mine, I began to sweat against the heat. She always had this blaze to her, this scorching atmosphere within her.

"I happen to think he's an amazing actor."

Those words left her lips, and burned sparks off of her voice, even now I remember feeling the crackles of heat as her words reached my mind, singeing my ear canal in the process. The car door opened, and my brother returned into the vehicle. My mother's eyes stabbed in his direction, not making eye contact with him, and then jabbed back towards me. It felt like there were claws against my throat as she spoke to me with her overwhelming pupils. The heat was almost unbearable, and I felt more sweat droplets trickle down as she let me off with a warning. That fire in her eyes sizzled down, and her lips fully covered her teeth again as my brother sat back in his seat. She turned back around, facing the front in her seat as my dad started driving once more, leaving me to my quivering thoughts. The music from my headphones was flooding my mind, helping me calm my body's shaking, controlling the small flame igniting within my own being.