Midnight

 At the the age of 25 my mother was beautiful. Ask any one, with her black hair down to her ass. An ass that was a gift form god mind you. Breast that never sagged or fell short of eye level. Soft skin and fire in her blood. Yes my mother was loved by many. I was four.

To have such a beautiful mother is a gift. She had many friends and many loves. Men bought us gifts and payed for dinner. We went to church with them, the grand canyon, we got to see the red rocks and go to the best of parks. Cook outs and base ball. 

With beauty comes lust. With Lust comes greed. With greed comes hate. With hate comes anger. With anger coms rage and this is how you get fear.

Rage found my mother and wanted her.

He wanted to own her, love her, taste her, eat her.

Rage from what I saw had no face, just a voice. A loud scream.

Fear became my mother, my brother, and my self.

I didn't find safety with her arms. I couldn't see her or take my eyes off the dark that was screaming at us.

My mother had no weapons but to fight fire with fire. 

She drank in rage and gave it back in her scream. It would save us.

For years after I would try to get that scream. I need to get that scream down. My mother saved us from the dark with that scream, she had put all her might into that scream and had place fear into rage.

Two days later the cops found rage and place him in jail. My mother got to see his face, I have seen it.