❝marmoris❞ (n.)
the shining surface of the ocean.

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          Slamming the door shut, I throw the cup across the room spilling some of the chai on the wall. I ignore the stain that will live on the wall and make my way to the balcony but not before grabbing the cigarette pack and lighter from under the mattress.

          Quickly lighting one cigarette with one hand I take support on the railing that surround the small balcony; holding the cigarette between two fingers I let out the smoke from my mouth.

          I glanced up, the sky looks like marmoris. Morning chilled air brushed against my bare skin as I process what Ma said earlier.

          Why they want me to go and live with them?

          Where were they all this fucking years?

          Where were they when I started to walk? Where were they when I started to talk? Where were they on my first day at school? Where were they when I paint my first painting? Where were they when I got first price for painting?

          Where were my fucking parents when I fucking needed them?

          They just leave me to Ma, when I was just born; and went away to live and enjoy their own fucking life.