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I went down to the
Basement, step by step,
In shock of each one.
Windex in my hand,
My eyes didn’t want to see
As I came to the corner.
I got down to my knees,
And started scrubbing concrete;
My rags turning red.
Crumpled before me
A body lay oozing its
Lifeless red rivers.
The blood sprayed all over,
A woman stood over me,
Washing the scratched glass.
Tears began rolling
As I realized who it was
Pooling in that blood.
Mother how could you?
You are not even crying!
I screamed shrill at her.
She looked down at him,
My brother's eyes blind to all,
His life bludgeoned.
She sighed, I cant get
The scratches in the glass clean,
Averting her eyes.
Basement, step by step,
In shock of each one.
Windex in my hand,
My eyes didn’t want to see
As I came to the corner.
I got down to my knees,
And started scrubbing concrete;
My rags turning red.
Crumpled before me
A body lay oozing its
Lifeless red rivers.
The blood sprayed all over,
A woman stood over me,
Washing the scratched glass.
Tears began rolling
As I realized who it was
Pooling in that blood.
Mother how could you?
You are not even crying!
I screamed shrill at her.
She looked down at him,
My brother's eyes blind to all,
His life bludgeoned.
She sighed, I cant get
The scratches in the glass clean,
Averting her eyes.
A dream I had this morning, as I slept in my bed, sick.
© 2009 - 2024 Chikami-chan
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This is extremely realistic, almost on the verge of prose, but it maintains its poetry and I enjoy the darkness within it. Very well done!