A Mother's Death

My tongue was the sword that slew the spirit of the woman responsible for the breath that I now draw into my lungs.
She fell to her knees in pain and her heart bled in anguish at the words that passed through these spiteful lips.
I saw her eyes - they passed over me in a way that betrayed time - she did not see me as I was.
Mama was seeing her little girl.  
Seeing me as that innocent seven year old baby.
She bore witness to the crime of youthful sacrifice,
where her little girl was stolen from innocence.
She saw the hateful sins performed upon her child and
she held me close to her breast to protect me.
As she rocked me and told me she was sorry...
she silently confessed her guilt.
Guilt that was not hers...
Guilt solely belonging to the demon responsible for the scarred dreams of a child -
and the death of her loving mother.