I sit on the warm dirt.

My small toes tangled in rubble.

Gently stroking mama's peaceful face.

She's tranquil with her eyes shut.

 

Mama

Why won't your chest move?

Why are you so still?

It's getting dark out.

 

Mama

The evanescence of your cling soul

creates a serpentine wind

traveling down my spine.

 

Mama

I'm scared now.

I know it was the Monster.

Has the monster gotten you, too?

 

Mama

Don't forsake me

You promised you wouldn't

You said you'd stay with me always.

 

The Monster 

A small girl, and old man,

attacked in the village.

It swallowed them up, too.

 

The Monster

Our villaged, devoured by death

anguish, trepidation

the surreptious killer haunts us.

 

And now Mama is gone.