Her eyes, perfect.
Her smile, perfect.
She loved her children, truly.
But her children, did they? truly?
During the darkest hours of the night,
They all gathered, creating memories.
Mother, pouring out her heart
Children, lost in her perfection
Every word she murmured
became harder to hold on to
behind that perfect smile
Every point she tried to make
got lost in the night
with those perfect eyes
Mother exhausted
laid down next to her children
Children excited
welcomed Mother
The moon just came in sight
It was the perfect night
Mother said to one:
“Do you remember child what was just spoken?”
Children smiled, including that one.
Mother, now holding the child’s hand,
repeated with a deeper and scarier voice:
“Child, do you remember the six numbers spoken to you?”
“The numbers of Ezekiel”
“The sacred numbers”
The child tried hard to remember,
whispering slowly the numbers 365 782
Mother, squeezed the child hand
harder, harder, and harder
Mother became furious
Her eyes, grew bigger
Her smile, gone forever
“Child, do you even love me?” said Mother
Confused, the child stayed silent
Mother continued:
“I’ve tried, again, again, and again but nothing is working. How could you? Why are you not remembering the sacred numbers spoken to you.”
Mother continued on her rant
Child couldn’t make sense of anything she was saying
Her horns could now be seen
Her nails grew longer
Her tail waving uncontrollably
Her wings fapping with the wind
The child tried to make a run for it
But mother was holding too hard
The child, unexpectedly, jumped out of the window, dragging mother along
Unwillingly, their hands, no longer binding
Following the flow of gravity, the child thought it would be better to die than to be hurt by mother, someone the child admired
Mother could fly, but the child was too young and couldn’t.
Right before the child could hit the ground, mother grabbed the child and flew back to the tower
After all,
she was mother
and that child, hers.
That night? One to remember.