Afraid and confused; she takes the abuse, what can she do? With no clue and no one to help too, it only takes a few just a few to; run up, bust up, and fuck up without a new, hurts of course. As they burst without a real purpose She screams; then bleeds, as they indeed feed the need to bring her to her knees! With no fear hell will show they were there to kill without a care, as they dear, to make this poor dear scream! she pleads; Mary Mary please! but no angel will dare drop their wings, so Mary Mary who was oh so dear to me.... leaves!
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The Fish Song
The room didn’t smell like disinfectants. Its fragrance seemed light and not overbearing. A soft mixture of lavender and mint permeated the space. No beeping machines or any tubes hooked up to four-year-old Kaleeka. Her cacao skin seemed to glow from the light over her head. The family, save for one and the doctors and nurses exited the room like a trail of saints showing their last vestiges of regard.
By Skyler Saunders5 days ago in Fiction
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