I watch as my mother’s eyes turn glassy. The Filicaan has reached her heart. Her heart is black and is soon to disintegrate completely. Her arms and her side is already gone and so is her smile. This does not look like my mother at all.

I shut her eyes gently before leaning down to kiss her temple.

Then, I do something I haven’t done in a while — cry.

I sob into her neck.

My mother — the only person who has ever seen me more than what I am and how I act — is gone.

This was a lazy write😭