Aminath Neena - Perfume

</>The little girl sat under the mango tree
Swinging her feet up and down on the swing
Staring into space
Oblivious to the surroundings
A little butterfly flew past her
Grazing her ears as it flew
Dark raven hair framed her tiny face
Long dark lashes cascaded hazel eyes
A teardropp escaping her eyelid
Gently fell on her cheek
Inside the wooden hut
The woman stumbled once
Her nose bled
Her feet numb
Her lips blue
She held the suitcase tight
The door closed forever
She walked slowly towards the girl
A dark shadow towered over her
Obscuring her from her own flesh and blood
Such a sacrifice
For her freedom
From the gallows
A second of hesitation
They looked at each other
Child and adult
Oh how she longed to hug the tiny creature
The fruit of her womb
Reassurance?
Consolation?
The tears fell in torrents
Like monsoon rain
A whisper
A croak
“Good bye my heart,
I have to leave now
But I’ll be back for you
I promise! ”
The little girl stood motionless
A frozen statue
A still picture
The clock stopped chiming
The woman turned away
Unable to bear it anymore
Slowly she walked away
Heavy footsteps
One, two, three, four, five
Pitter patter
Tiny steps
A gentle tug on her skirt
She turned around
A tiny voice
“Mummy, please,
Don’t take your perfume
I want to keep your smell with me
Even if, I cannot see you anymore! ”

A frail heart shattered
A tiny spirit trembled
While, behind them

A voice thundered
The devil smiled

Aminath Neena

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