A little boy loses his mother and his once adoring world becomes consumed by darkness.
This is a hard night for little Danny as he tucks himself tightly under 2 sets of flower emblem comforters and sinks into a plush pillow. With the rain steadily drumming viciously against the bedroom window threatening to break in and drown his world. But as deafening as the rain this night is , it has no effect on this little 12 year old emotionless child. Yet tears filled his eyes as the day’s happenings replayed in his mind for him a sad and silent suffering. Mommy died. The sweet glorified world of after school baseball practice and first crushes had now rendered unwillingly to an ocean of dark betrayal constricted deep in the pit of his numb heart. Since his dad left when he was just 2 , his mother’s unique gift for love of life coddled him ever since. Residing behind hollow eyes resting in the embodied indent of his bed, hands together crossed upon his chest he whispered a prayer.
His grandma wide-eyed with a hand over her mouth muffling her defeated sobs as she watched and listened through the half cracked open bedroom door. God she could swear red rain poured from the heavens and wallowed amass in sacrilegious puddles just outside the little boy’s gloomy room. As the unforgiving evening drew in submission to nightfall , Danny’s darkened heart gave way to sleep. Grandma stared with a somber face and shattered bleak eyes at her only grandson and like a broken record she replayed little Danny’s prayer “dear mommy , my heart is so heavy and I can’t breathe , I can’t take the pain no more , tell god I hate him for taking you away from me , for not ever helping you to stop drinking , and for leaving me lost alone in a blue world”.
The impurity in this drumble mausoleum of a bedroom radiates a lonely aberrant boy. An habitue of reclusive drone nightmares who once embellished in an abysmal loving world. A faltering soul with the eyes of azazel christening deep beneath as the sour quiet eerily playing a bass line to the pitter patter of rain’s lyric on the bedroom windows drew night to a close.
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