01-21-2011, 12:25 PM
"Stop."
"Stop."
Two palms."Stop."
Blood-covered.
"Stop." The rush.
"Get the Feds."
Two men back upwith their bloody boots
and their unwashed, 'slick' hair.
They stare at the mess
as I scrape my babe up.
A victimized, frail, unmoving, innocent pile
on concrete lay my poor boy.
His blonde hair was encrusted with blood
His bottom lip, only thing left quivering.
"It's so dark, mum." "Don't break my heart."
"It's dark, mum." "My baby, close your eyes."
I wish I was mother enough to..."It's dark, mum." "My baby, close your eyes."
that's shit, nothing I could do.
Six men with their steel boots
took my son, the little shits.
I am left - sonless mother.
Emptiness impregnates my entire body.
Poetic aren't I, baby?
Hand on a knife.
"Goodnight, my son."
Bottle of rum.Tonight darling
never felt
so
lost.
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Hope the swearing was okay here I did put a little warning thing in the title...It's not it's best, there's work to be done - I know just wasn't sure where to go with it next.
Thank you for reading as always,
kind regards,
LA.