I look down at the lifeless women
Her blonde hair up
In a tight bun
How her hair managed to stay perfect, I would not know
Her skin was ashen and as I looked closely,
I saw these scribbles
They looked like words
I looked at her grey eyes that were no full of light
I could feel the pain from the slight touch of her skin
She had called for help and had protected her only love
Her son
No one made it in time
To save her life
But, they saved the son
I look at the words
It was her façade wearing off
All that she hid and took was all for her son
Her husband tore her apart and was going after their son
She clawed and fought for the only light in her life
She would not go down until her son was safe
Her story so true and her heart so pure
This mask has now fallen apart
About the Creator
Shalina Devi
My actions may convey what I speak but my silence brings all to their knees
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