Disclaimer: none...I refuse to repeat the repeated...
Author's note: Killua could never really find the rights words in telling his mom how much he detested her. So, he sent her a little poem...on Mother's Day. Aw, how sweet. Don't you all wish you would have kids just like him?
Mother
My mother is...
The scorching sun that blisters my skin
A dangerous flower with poison within
A monstrous female who I can barely abide
The bringer of fear and hatred with pride
The keys to the door of a living hell
The underworlds' VIP
No patients, no love, not even care
Ah, yes. That's the mother of me...
Very very short, mainly because I wrote this in a span of two minutes, and cuz I am NOT good at rhyming poems. Not only that, but there are weird things sheer boredom could do to your already twisted mind.
Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this....weird, yet rhyming one-shot. Send me a review if you feel like it. I know this isn't one of my best pieces, but I'd still like to hear you thoughts.