"Oh my God, I can't believe this!"
"What's the matter, sis?"
"How could this happen to me?!"
"It was inevitable, can't you see?"
"Of all times, why now?!"
"Stacy, sweetie, can't you see how?"
"Tina, you deserve all of the blame!"
"Even now, you still have no shame."
"How could this happen to a mother?"
"Sis, the baby belongs to another."
"I made sure to do everything right."
"And yet, your darkness came out to the light."
"I just wanted a baby of my own."
"I know, sis; being barren made you moan."
"What did I do that was so cruel?"
"Simple: you took my baby and drowned me in the pool."
About the Creator
Enjoyed the story? Support the Creator.
Subscribe for free to receive all their stories in your feed. You could also pledge your support or give them a one-off tip, letting them know you appreciate their work.
Keep reading
More stories from Clyde E. Dawkins and writers in Poets and other communities.
Message Me Afterwards
>That was a bad idea. I thought you knew… >Oh, the pathos! I don’t really know you as well as I should. In fact, I may not know the real you at all. That essential, sparkling you that you only reveal to a select few. Had I been paying more attention to the stories you are so fond of telling, in which you are invariably author, narrator and protagonist, I would not have been so foolish as to set you up on a blind date. After all, no friend has ever done anything of the kind for another. That’s preposterous. What is a friend, really?
By D. J. Reddall5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (3)
That was really well done. Great job
Nicely done 👍🏽👍🏽👌🏽Who this get a prize in the challenge
An insanely powerful poem this is.