...Death...

I had wanted to get back into writing.

A sharp crack-

A pain in her back.

Screams and pleads.

To be set free.

Murder and death.

Rape and sadness.

Tears of joy.

Tears of sadness.

Laughter.

What will become of her?

What had become of her mother?

 

Acceptence of what one is.

Coming to love it…

 

Being left alone.

Begging for them too come back.

Trapped, so lonely.

Hungry, but unable to help herself.

Crying and begging for them to come back.

But no one comes...

Death…