but I know one who never be as black as a raven's wings
That is my mother.
When her hands touching me, my consciousness has become alive
Bring back colors to my palette
Spread love through every open window in my heart
She would kiss me on the cheek, then once again on the forehead before she goes
To wherever place she went
I dont know what that place is, but my father knows
And because of that my mother suffering
One time I can't stand still anymore, I punch my father hard right on his face
But it's just like a mosquito's bite to him
His true colors reveal itself
A demon.
My mother try so hard to protect me but that's just a beggining of a real chaos
My father pull her hair and smack her 'till I dont recognize her anymore
Only a long shrieking scream comes aloud that night
Nothing else heard.
That's how I lose her.
Now, I remember how that night before she goes to another man's place, she kiss me on my lips. With her red lips, Bloody red, She whispered something to my ear,
"Be good, young girl. Let this kiss always remain in your lips."
I lick it,
Trying to taste my mother's presence
It's salty
It's the taste of my own tears.
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