Silence
She sits,
silent and alone,
crying ,pleading,
over the phone.
Can you help me,
she asks,
her voice so weak,
low on options,
her world is bleak,
she hears footsteps,
her heart starts to pound,
she sits quiet ,
not making a sound.
One shot,
and a loud scream,
blood so thick ,
a flowing stream,
a loud thud,
her mother on the ground,
quiet,
not a sound,
they are eye to eye,
as she watches,
her mother die.
By Colored in Crimson
© 2011 Colored in Crimson
(All rights reserved)
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