Fire beneath embers – Cinematic Ambient, Ethereal Indie, Trip Hop Versions | Song created with Suno (my lyrics, my voice) 4 September 2026
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## 🧠 ABOUT THE PROCESS
I transformed my original poem by adapting it into lyrics that were then used for a song generated using Suno, featuring my voice. Below you’ll find part of the original poem, the revised lyrics, and the musical version.
## 📜 ORIGINAL POEM
Fire beneath embers explores that quiet place between exhaustion and renewal, when what once burned brightly seems reduced to little more than memory. Yet beneath weariness, sorrow and the traces left by yesterday, something essential survives. Guided by memory and by the light held within heart and mind, tomorrow grows from what has already been lived and the fire need not be created anew.
He shows me The means to an end Leitmotiv To renew Yet my bosom is now spent From pains underwent
[Verse] He shows me the means to an end Leitmotiv to renew, to mend Yet my heavy bosom is spent from the aching pains underwent
[Chorus] We travel through the light that shines within the heart, throughout the mind We will revel soon when we find Fire beneath embers aligned
[Verse] I hold him in memories’ space where his pale face like brittle lace redesigns the slow melodies that put my weeping heart at ease
[Verse] Tomorrows from yesterdays birth I travel through my Kingdom Earth My traces lever to my worth My sorrows leader to the dearth
[Chorus] We travel through the light that shines within the heart, throughout the mind We will revel soon when we find Fire beneath embers aligned
## 🎧 SUNO SONG
Listen to how this poem transforms into music across different styles:
### 🎬 Cinematic Ambient version Cinematic ambient with haunting female vocals, reverbed piano, plaintive cello, slow emotional build-up and immersive atmospheric soundscapes Fire beneath embers – Cinematic Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno)
### 🌿 Ethereal Indie version Ethereal Indie interpretation with a reflective tone, gentle piano, acoustic guitar and flute for a distinctive sound Fire beneath embers – Ethereal Indie Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno)
### 🌌 Mystical Trip-Hop version A hypnotic Trip-Hop interpretation blending haunting textures, introspective rhythms and atmospheric depth Fire beneath embers – Trip-Hop Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno)
## 🎼 ABOUT THESE VERSIONS
This piece has been interpreted across multiple musical styles using Suno, exploring how the same lyrics evolve through Cinematic, Indie and Trip-Hop influences.
Enlace ce cœur mort fais luire mes peines – Chanson française nostalgique, poétique et Trip-Hop | Chansons composées avec Suno (Mes paroles, ma voix) 2 septembre 2026
## 🧠 LE PROCESSUS
"J’ai modifié mon poème original en l’adaptant sous forme de paroles pour une chanson générée avec Suno, utilisant ma propre voix. Vous trouverez ci-dessous une partie du poème original, les paroles révisées et la version musicale
## 📜 POEME ORIGINAL
Enlace ce cœur mort, fais luire mes peines explore cet espace nocturne où l’amour, la mémoire et la douleur semblent ne plus connaître les frontières du corps. Les mots deviennent blessures, les souvenirs se dissolvent, les peines coulent dans les veines tandis qu’un cœur meurtri cherche encore l’étreinte capable de le ranimer. Mais il ne s’agit pas d’effacer ce qui fut : la souffrance elle-même est appelée à se transformer, à devenir lumière. Entre abandon et résistance, le corps se fait passage, l’étreinte transmutation, et de ce qui semblait mort peut encore naître un éclat.
Les contes entre nous dialogue infini Les mots de trépas les douleurs perçues Le son de tes pas devenirs reclus Nocturnes rendez-vous en doux rêves finis
[Verse] Les contes entre nous dialogue infini Nocturnes rendez-vous en doux rêves finis Les mots de trépas les douleurs perçues Le son de tes pas devenirs reclus
[Verse] Passion et remous de cœurs définis Souvenirs trop flous nous laissent démunis Le sort qui m’abat fort de coups reçus Un échelon plus bas me trouverait refus
[Chorus] Visage las ciré toi lune de mes cieux Mon corps à toi scelle élan audacieux Enlace ce cœur mort fais luire mes peines Remplace par bonheur coups que sort m’assène
[Verse] Les comptes trop tirés épingles à cheveux Traits sombres étirés passage aux aveux Tiraillement retors vois-tu la voie vaine? Les mot dits à tort s’écoulent de mes veines
[Chorus] Visage las ciré toi lune de mes cieux Mon corps à toi scelle élan audacieux Enlace ce cœur mort fais luire mes peines Remplace par bonheur coups que sort m’assène
## 🎧 CHANSON SUNO
Ecoutez comment ce poème est transformé en musique selon divers genres.
### 🍂 Chanson française nostalgique Une chanson très nostalgique avec des sons de piano délicats, un son de violon poignant et des accents de guitare pour un accompagnement en douceur Enlace ce cœur mort – Chanson française nostalgique | Mes paroles, ma voix (Suno)
### 🖋️ Chanson française poétique Une voix intimiste, des sons de piano délicats, guitare acoustique, violencelle subtil, atmosphère poétique. Enlace ce cœur mort – Chanson française poétique | Mes paroles, ma voix (Suno)
### 🌌 Chanson française Trip-Hop Trip-hop mystique à la voix féminine envoûtante et chargée d'émotion, fusion atmosphérique et lente de rythmes hip-hop et de textures électroniques, boîte à musique, rythme fluide à l'énergie onirique Enlace ce cœur mort – Chanson française Trip-Hop | Mes paroles, ma voix (Suno)
## 🎼 A PROPOS DE CETTE VERSION
Cette chanson a été interprétée dans le registre nostalgique, poétique et Trip-Hop pour explorer comment les mêmes paroles évoluent à travers des influences musicales différentes.
Ô Lune de mes nuits blanches – Chanson française nostalgique, poétique et Trip-Hop | Chansons composées avec Suno (Mes paroles, ma voix) 1er septembre 2026
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## 🧠 LE PROCESSUS
"J’ai modifié mon poème original en l’adaptant sous forme de paroles pour une chanson générée avec Suno, utilisant ma propre voix. Vous trouverez ci-dessous une partie du poème original, les paroles révisées et la version musicale
## 📜 POEME ORIGINAL
Ô Lune de mes nuits blanches chemine à travers les territoires de la mémoire, de la fraîcheur de l’innocence à la lassitude accumulée au fil des vies et des rencontres. Une chanson, un écho d’enfance, une lune vêtue d’argent deviennent les témoins de ce que le temps préserve, déforme ou parfois ensevelit. Sous la nostalgie affleurent des images plus sombres : l’attente, les blessures du passé et ces existences qui, peu à peu, dressent leurs remparts autour du cœur. Et par-delà nos mémoires qui flanchent, la Lune demeure, distante et lumineuse, gardienne de ces nuits blanches où reviennent les voix que l’on croyait oubliées.
La chaleur du désert n’empêche froid dans le Cœur Du temps de l’innocence je garde instants fraîcheur De courses dans les prés verts avant temps de rancœur Quand acte déliquescence engendra fruit d’aigreur
[Verse] La chaleur du désert n’empêche froid dans le Cœur Du temps de l’innocence je garde instants fraîcheur De courses dans les prés verts avant temps de rancœur Quand acte déliquescence engendra fruit d’aigreur
[Verse] Une chanson de Prévert ranime en moi clameur Du temps de l’insouciance le long d’années bonheur Chantant à cœur ouvert je recueille les pleurs De mille nuits d’existence de vies rouges comme des fleurs
[Chorus] Ô Lune de mes nuits blanches dans tes robes argentées Vois-tu les traces mortelles de nos ébats blessés ? J’ai la mémoire qui flanche de trop d’âmes arpentées Les vies lasses s’amoncellent en des remparts dressés
[Verse] Sœur Anne vois-tu venir par-delà vitres teintées celles se prélassant devant enclumes entassées Echafaud où l’on tranche les cous aux lignes bleutées Marées mortes ritournelles pour des devins pressés
[Chorus] Ô Lune de mes nuits blanches dans tes robes argentées Vois-tu les traces mortelles de nos ébats blessés ? J’ai la mémoire qui flanche de trop d’âmes arpentées Les vies lasses s’amoncellent en des remparts dressés
## 🎧 CHANSON SUNO
Ecoutez comment ce poème est transformé en musique selon divers genres.
### 🍂 Chanson française nostalgique Une chanson très nostalgique avec des sons de piano délicats, un son de violon poignant et des accents de guitare pour un accompagnement en douceur O Lune de mes nuits blanches – Chanson française nostalgique | Mes paroles, ma voix (Suno)
### 🖋️ Chanson française poétique Une voix intimiste, des sons de piano délicats, guitare acoustique, violencelle subtil, atmosphère poétique. O Lune de mes nuits blanches – Chanson française poétique | Mes paroles, ma voix (Suno)
### 🌌 Chanson française Trip-Hop Trip-hop mystique à la voix féminine envoûtante et chargée d'émotion, fusion atmosphérique et lente de rythmes hip-hop et de textures électroniques, boîte à musique, rythme fluide à l'énergie onirique Ô Lune de mes nuits blanches – Chanson française Trip-Hop | Mes paroles, ma voix (Suno)
## 🎼 A PROPOS DE CETTE VERSION
Cette chanson a été interprétée dans le registre nostalgique, poétique et Trip-Hop pour explorer comment les mêmes paroles évoluent à travers des influences musicales différentes.
Once upon a sway – Dark Cinematic, Noir Jazz, Trip Hop Versions | Song created with Suno (my lyrics, my voice) 25 August 2026
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## 🧠 ABOUT THE PROCESS
I transformed my original poem by adapting it into lyrics that were then used for a song generated using Suno, featuring my voice. Below you’ll find part of the original poem, the revised lyrics, and the musical version.
## 📜 ORIGINAL POEM
Some relationships leave behind memories that sway between enchantment and illusion. Looking back, we no longer see only what was promised, but also the stories we told ourselves, the performances we believed, and the dreams that quietly shaped us. Once upon a sway is not about blame, but about understanding how the heart remembers, how memory becomes theatre, and how, with time, even the deepest emotions find their place among the shelves of our lives.
It happened Once upon a sway South to North Made its way Happenchance cooked up the mess The ease to undress
[Verse] It happened, once upon a sway The South to the North made its way Happenchance cooked up slow the mess enhancing the ease to undress
[Verse] I knew him like palm knows fingers The trending beauty that lingers like listless humming, crossed my Heart He engulfed me whole with his Art
[Verse] He said soft Words that made no sense They knocked me senseless, no defence “The promise of your womb my dear feels like Paradise that is clear”
[Chorus] It happened once upon a sway Dimly lit Memories find way They swell up from so long ago like a rising scene from a Noh
[Verse] Unabashed, we flew through the lies bottom up, in and out of skies Flung like silk stockings discarded upon tiny racks hope ended
[Verse] It was done, like a yearly deed we recollect like treasures need Fault to none, needy bear no strife They dwell in Narrow shelves of Life
[Chorus] It happened once upon a sway Dimly lit Memories find way They swell up from so long ago like a rising scene from a Noh
## 🎧 SUNO SONG
Listen to how this poem transforms into music across different styles:
### 🎬 Dark Cinematic version Dark Cinematic ambient with haunting female vocals, reverbed piano, plaintive cello, slow emotional build-up and immersive atmospheric soundscapes Once upon a sway – Cinematic Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno)
### 🎷 Noir Jazz version A dark Jazz version with haunting female vocals, slow hypnotic mood, emotionally intimate and introspective Once upon a sway – Noir Jazz Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno)
### 🌌 Trip-Hop version A hypnotic Trip-Hop interpretation blending haunting textures, introspective rhythms and atmospheric depth Once upon a sway – Trip-Hop Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno)
## 🎼 ABOUT THESE VERSIONS
This piece has been interpreted across multiple musical styles using Suno, exploring how the same lyrics evolve through Dark Cinematic, Noir Jazz and Trip-Hop influences.
Ashes for daughters – Cinematic, Trip Hop Versions | Song created with Suno (my lyrics, my voice) 13 August 2026
## 🧠 ABOUT THE PROCESS
I transformed my original poem by adapting it into lyrics that were then used for a song generated using Suno, featuring my voice. Below you’ll find part of the original poem, the revised lyrics, and the musical version.
## 📜 ORIGINAL POEM
Ashes for daughters is a lament for mothers whose lives have been reduced to survival by war. Inspired primarily by the tragedy unfolding in Palestine yet echoing countless conflicts where civilians bear the heaviest burden, the song is not about armies or politics, but about human loss. Through the eyes of one woman carrying grief, memory and an unbroken maternal love, it gives voice to those who continue walking despite the ashes around them with the hope that one day the cycle of war will end.
She walks slow life bundled on back Agony her fiefdom, mind scattered throughout waters, thoughts a procession
[Verse] She walks slow, life bundled on back Agony her fiefdom, so black Mind scattered throughout the waters, thoughts a procession that falters
[Verse] They deal blow never cut her slack Trinity not random, to stack Houses flaming as their hearts lurch Children’s school, hospital and church
[Chorus] Two may die. May they ever live for their fathers’ tales to forgive She cries as her lung deep inhales ashes for daughters as she wails
[Verse] She faces it with beaten brow Heart crushed though face never to bow In her soul lights a burning fire Orphaned twin stokes fleeting desire
[Chorus] Two may die. May they ever live for their fathers’ tales to forgive She cries as her lung deep inhales ashes for daughters as she wails
## 🎧 SUNO SONG
Listen to how this poem transforms into music across different styles:
### 🎬 Cinematic version Cinematic ambient with haunting female vocals, reverbed piano, plaintive cello, slow emotional build-up and immersive atmospheric soundscapes Ashes for daughters – Cinematic Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno)
### 🌌 Trip-Hop version A hypnotic Trip-Hop interpretation blending haunting textures, introspective rhythms and atmospheric depth Ashes for daughters – Trip-Hop Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno)
## 🎼 ABOUT THESE VERSIONS
This piece has been interpreted across multiple musical styles using Suno, exploring how the same lyrics evolve through Cinematic and Trip-Hop influences.
The sound of burning cellos - AI Song (Blues, Cinematic, Gospel, Indie Versions) | Suno AI (my lyrics, my voice) 21 April 2026
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## 🧠 ABOUT THE PROCESS
I transformed this original poem by adapting it into lyrics that were then used for an AI-generated song using Suno, featuring my voice. Below you’ll find part of the original poem, the revised lyrics, and the AI-generated musical version.
## 📜 ORIGINAL POEM
This poem reflects on how being an empath and intuitive can sometimes be a curse making life difficult for the empath but also explores how the same characteristics can be honed into an immense source of strength if they are properly channelled.
There are lies Carved in cider’s sweet I drink them Wasps’ honey Bittersweet mind’s inventions Parched throat cries in thirst
[Verse] There are lies carved in cider’s sweet I drink them, wasps’ honey, a feat Bittersweet mind’s designs, a first as the parched throat cries out in thirst
[Verse] We believe, hope a block of tar as the laugh peals shrill from afar Feathers are white, the glue is blue Shadows slinking out of town flew
[Verse] There are dreams deconstructed stark In moonlight their contours are dark Indifferent tongues sharper than knives Cynicism a way of life
[Verse] There is truth hidden in disgrace While flames await high deathly trace the squandered light, the death of swans see Don Quichotte young Juan
[Chorus] There will be tomorrow’s ventures Sun’s kiss, green valleys’ indentures The sad sound of burning cellos Flying through my spine turned bellows
[Verse] There is mind impenetrable Logic stained, fire-struck, bleak, able winding its way through packed boxes moving habit’s paradoxes
[Verse] There is heart between moon and sun Dragons beat, death and stars outrun Sixteen to nine inches splashing images in your face lurching
[Verse] There is past lurking in the light blind paths, hidden stairs in the night like rungs of clues leading nowhere where angels exhale golden air
[Verse] There is now, accumulation tight flashbacks, threaded pins junction holding cut seams that disappear when bodies dilate into spheres
[Chorus] There will be tomorrow’s ventures Sun’s kiss, green valleys’ indentures The sad sound of burning cellos Flying through my spine turned bellows
## 🎧 AI SONG
Listen to how this poem transforms into music across different styles:
### 🎸 Blues version A blues interpretation emphasising raw emotion and expressive character. The sound of burning cellos – AI Blues Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno AI)
### 🎬 Cinematic version A cinematic interpretation emphasising atmosphere and emotional intensity. The sound of burning cellos – AI Cinematic Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno AI)
### 🙏 Gospel version A gospel-inspired version focusing on expressive phrasing and spiritual depth. The sound of burning cellos – AI Gospel Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno AI)
### 🌿 Indie version An indie interpretation with a softer, reflective tone, incorporating Asian instruments for a distinctive sound. The sound of burning cellos – AI Indie Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno AI)
## 🎼 ABOUT THESE VERSIONS
This piece has been interpreted across multiple musical styles using Suno AI, exploring how the same lyrics evolve through Blues, Cinematic, Gospel and Indie influences.
Time to let you go – AI Song (Blues, Gospel, Indie, Versions) | Suno AI 15 April 2026
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## 🧠 ABOUT THE PROCESS
I transformed this original poem by adapting it into lyrics that were then used for an AI-generated song using Suno, featuring my voice. Below you’ll find part of the original poem, the revised lyrics, and the AI-generated musical version.
## 📜 ORIGINAL POEM
This poem explores themes of loss of a loved one, letting go and regenerating emotional and mental strengths.
Embers’ trail Dull feeling of fire The core numb The limbs frail From unreal I beg a crumb Dreaded woods to stoke
[Verse] The heart pulsating the limbs frail Dull feeling of fire, embers’ trail Dreaded woods to stoke, the core numb from dark unreal I beg a crumb
[Verse] Slow fading, whispers of your face glistening white a ghostly trace Your traits linings of dark clouds’ pain Minds beseech please summon the rain
[Chorus] Heartbreak’s ebb, Time to let you go The thought of goodbyes, heartbreak’s flow Panic downing me oh so weak The loss of your face, heartache’s peak
[Verse] The mind’s dread in the neurons locks winding memory’s music box Your song in my head, crimson scars You are twinkling now in the stars
[Verse] Shredded feet walking on stray glass The feeling within keen trespass Your heartbeat alive, eyelids’ flood Memory’s lane coursing through my blood
[Chorus] Heartbreak’s ebb, Time to let you go The thought of goodbyes, heartbreak’s flow Panic downing me oh so weak The loss of your face, heartache’s peak
## 🎧 AI SONG
Listen to how this poem transforms into music across different styles:
### 🎸 Blues version A blues interpretation emphasising raw emotion and expressive character. Time to let you go – AI Blues Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno AI)
### 🙏 Gospel version A gospel-inspired version focusing on expressive phrasing and spiritual depth. Time to let you go – AI Gospel Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno AI)
### 🌿 Indie version An indie interpretation with a softer, reflective tone, incorporating Asian instruments for a distinctive sound. Time to let you go – AI Indie Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno AI)
## 🎼 ABOUT THESE VERSIONS
This piece has been interpreted across multiple musical styles using Suno AI, exploring how the same lyrics evolve through Blues, Gospel and Indie influences.
The Malachite curse 6 : I know who killed Cuifen 15 August 2025
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Eu-Meh increased the pressure on Chow’s shoulders as this latter stopped in her tracks and turned around to face her.
- Don’t turn, don’t attract anyone’s attention, said Eu-Meh - What do you mean you know who killed Cuifen, said Chow - I said I think I know who killed her, though I am not certain - Tell me now, I cannot wait to hear this - Promise me first that you will not do anything as I only have a suspicion, not a certainty on who the killer is - Tell me, tell me or I will go mad - Calm down Chow, people are starting to stare at us - Let us go to your house and talk then
Chow could hardly contain her impatience and it was now her who was leading the way towards Eu-Meh’s house. She glanced back and saw Ju-Long scowling at them and she wondered if it was him, Eu-Meh’s nephew who had done it. She knew how hot headed the boy could be despite all of his aunt’s efforts in raising him to be a good young man. She had also overheard him speaking to his aunt of his aspirations regarding Cuifen and wondered if he had killed her in a fit of rage after she had refused his love. She too knew that Cuifen wanted to go to the big city and make a name for herself as a singer. Other people who had heard of Cuifen’s aspirations thought it a scandal but Chow had always wanted Cuifen to remain free-spirited and not weighed down by tradition like she had been, having to endure a lifetime of beatings because she could not divorce her husband. She would never have let anything similar happen to her beloved daughter but all of that was so far away now.
Chow’s shoulders heaved and she started to cry again, her ugly and usually expressionless face contorted into a hideously sorrowful mask as she let out a wail that seemed to never end. Eu-Meh grabbed her again by the shoulders and half-dragged, half-hauled her to her house. As soon as they entered, Eu-Meh removed her and Chow’s shoes and pulled Chow towards the kitchen. She sat her in front of the fire that she had left burning and prepared some tea for both of them. Chow was prostrate again, her eyes staring emptily at the fire in front of her. Eu-Meh thrust a cup of tea into Chow’s hands and slowly put her fingers around the cup so that she could actually hold it. Chow seemed to slowly emerge from her lethargy and looked at Eu-Meh with renewed tears in her eyes.
- Who was it, she said - I told you I think I know who it is but I am not sure. Do you remember Fang, the little girl who used to come and play with Ju-Long when he first came to my house after his mother died? - I am not sure, what does she look like? - It is the young girl whom you might have seen at my house when I first introduced Cuifen to Ju-Long. She was also at the burial today, sitting just behind Ju-Long. A young girl whose braided hair was topped with jasmine and peonies. - Why would she want to kill Cuifen? Why now? - I think she never forgave Cuifen for stealing away Ju-Long’s heart. After he had met Cuifen, he never bothered to meet with Fang again and every time he received written messages or gifts from her he just threw them away in front of the door. I have seen her many times cry when she saw those discarded items and have scolded him many times for being so cruel to her but he could not care for anybody else than Cuifen. She was his whole life. - Why would she kill her now if not before? - The night of Cuifen’s murder, Ju-Long had come back home in a very sombre mood. He looked so angry that I later thought that maybe he had killed Cuifen but it was not the case. I overheard him some days ago fighting with Fang and he was telling her that whatever she had done, it would not make him love her as he would always love Cuifen and not her even though Cuifen was dead. - So did Fang tell him she killed Cuifen? - No, but from what I heard, she had seen him watching Cuifen and Ming-Hoa in what he thought was an embrace, not realising that Ming-Hoa had actually assaulted Cuifen. When he had started retreating, disgusted and angry, she popped out of her hiding place and tried to take his hand but he had broken away and started running towards his home. Later on, she had told him that Cuifen had not been embracing Ming-Hoa and that, on the contrary, she had been struggling to get rid of him before he covered her mouth to stifle her cries and caused her to faint. - I still don’t understand. Why did she kill Cuifen and how did she do that? - I think that she had tried initially to help Cuifen by pulling away Ming-Hoa by his hair and hitting him on the head. It might be that later, on seeing Cuifen lying still and helpless, she decided to get rid of her rival in order to win back Ju-Long’s heart.
Chow jumped up with amazing agility for her age and started to run towards the door. Eu-Meh realised that she meant to go and attack Fang and rushed towards the door blocking Chow’s exit. The two women stood face to face, one with her face contorted with rage and the other with dismay that she could be the reason why Chow might commit a murder. She would have to find a way to calm her down although she realised it was going to be very hard to reason with Chow now…
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The little girl went to sleep shortly after the Bogeyman had led her to her bedroom and hovered above her as if he were tucking her in. She slept a solid 8 hours without waking up even as the voices outside her bedroom had increased in their pitch before becoming unintelligible murmurs. There were neither dreams nor nightmares to trouble her sleep. She woke up the next day much later than usual and it seemed like the subdued voices of the night before had really picked up a lot. She raced into the hall towards the next room to check the square from where she kissed her mother daily but her mother was nowhere to be seen.
As she approached the square, she could smell the stench of urine mingled with the sickening smell of blood that she would later identify as two types of smells of blood, one from menstruation and the other from cuts in the skin. She tried to look through the square but the maid grabbed her arm and pulled her away. Her mother was whimpering most of the time but would also emit from time to time a terrible wail. The little girl was struck with fear, not from her mother but about what had happened to her mother. She tried to run towards the square again but the maid pulled her harder, tightening her grip on her arm, which would later cause bruises that the maid did not own up to.
The little girl’s heart began to hammer in her ribs and she felt like wailing together with her mother. She wanted to know what had happened and could not understand why those horrible smells emanated from her mother’s room. Her dad usually unlocked the door and accompanied her mother to the bathroom whenever she needed to so she could not understand why there was so much urine in the room. She could feel the Bogeyman forming next to her but she was too distraught to talk to him. She tugged again trying to free herself from the maid’s grip and felt her relax her hold on her. She rushed to the square and peeked through. On the ground, her mother lay whimpering and wailing, blood running from a gash in her head. There was blood all over her mother’s thighs and all the bloods mingled with urine that lay in a puddle in the middle of the room.
The little girl’s heart beat so much faster she felt like it was in her mouth about to come out with the vomit leaving her lips that had turned white. In one corner of the room she had seen her dad who seemed to be opening a box of band aids to put on her mother’s head wound. He also had big wads of cotton and she was not sure whether that was for her mother’s wound as well. On the side of one wall, where the windows were, she could see streaks of blood and bloodied footsteps. It was as if her mother had climbed trying to escape out of the window. Her dad was yelling to the maid that she should not have let her climb and throw herself from the window onto the floor. He seemed cross that the maid did not realise what was happening and had not heard all the ruckus as she was the one who slept closest to the mother’s room. The little girl wondered why her mother had tried to throw herself from the window onto the floor. It made no sense. Why was she doing that?
The Bogeyman turned towards the little girl, slipped his hand into hers and embraced her with the other hand. She felt the cold that had befell her grow stronger. A tight knot was forming in the pit of her stomach and the chill she felt seemed to occupy her whole back, making her shoulderblades stiff and painful.
- Why?, she said. - Your mother is very ill, said the Bogeyman. - I don’t want her to die - She probably won’t - Daddy said that if she causes problems he will take her away - Your daddy will not take her away. He does not know where to leave her - I don’t want mommy to go away. I don’t want mommy to die - This time she has not died but she will do this again. You don’t remember but the same thing happened when you were younger. You might not remember it now but some day you will remember. Your mother wants to die. She does not like being here. She hates the maid and she hates how she is not free to do as she pleases. She hates it here. She might keep doing this until she finally dies.
The little girl started wailing again and her mother echoed with her own wails. The Bogeyman stared from one to the other then wiped the little girl’s tears.
- I will make sure your mommy does not do this again, he offered trying to appease the little girl. - Please don’t let mommy die, the little girl said half whimpering half wailing - I promise you I will watch over both you and your mother - I want to go to bed, I don’t want to see mommy bleeding anymore - I will tuck you in and then watch over mommy. Don’t worry
The Bogeyman took the little girl to her bedroom and watched over her as she slept. He knew what had happened. He had been expecting this to happen again. Everybody else had forgotten but he had been waiting in the shadows for things to worsen and this to happen again. The Bogeyman had always known…
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