Monsters in the Room

Creative Writing 1 Minute

I called her “mother” but her name is Lilith. Nine souls she birthed, four she blessed. Her demeanor portrayed righteousness; Jesus, she wedged between us. Life trapped within the storm. Her deceit, raining on my father’s casket. An ending without words; love aborted for the sake of pride.

Published by David W. Jones

David is a writer and blogger who enjoys creating literary expressions about everyday life. He is a published poet and currently doing reviews, creative writing, and storytelling. David's interests include narrating point-of-view scenarios, documenting non-fiction, and writing scripts for film and television.

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