I am silently crying at my room.
When someone knocks on my door.
I cry out loud, shouting like I am in pain.
Someone keeps on knocking on and on.
After few minutes it stopped.
I woke up from lies, and face the reality.
There I saw my mother cooking my organs to
feed my siblings, because I killed my father
who works for us and for our child.
BINABASA MO ANG
Compilation Of Short Stories
AcakEvery story has its own insanity, Every letter has its own madness, Careful for it might happen, My pen will bleed to write your destiny.
