Prompt: “Aw, honey, the dark can’t hurt you.”
“It can’t hurt you, honey. It’s only the dark,” she said, sitting at my bedside, her black hair spilling down her pale, jutting shoulders. “There’s no reason to be afraid.”
“But it’s scary, mommy,” I said, gripping the edge of the tattered quilt pulled to my chin.
“I know, honey, I know, but it can’t harm you ever.” She leaned in, putting her cold, long hands onto mine.
“How do you know?” I asked.
She kissed my forehead, and cold blew into me, and put her face by mine. Her smile was welcoming, comforting, revealing ivory teeth and umber gums. Black filament seeped from her ruby irises, flooding the spaces of her eyes until there was nothing but emptiness. Voids. Depths that I strangely longed for, like my childhood home.
“Don’t you remember sweetie?” she said, her voice now grating. “You were born of darkness.”
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